Hooky Notecard sent September 2005 to Slightlytricky, who asked for Dom/Norman Reedus. Only for you, babe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The thing about being a C-list star at a B-list premiere, thought Dom, was that you could always sneak out of the theater for a smoke. It wasn’t like anyone was paying attention to you anyway. The night air blew his hair in his face as he leaned against the rail, patting down his pockets for his matches; so intent was his search that he didn’t hear the service door close behind him. The clink of the Zippo and the spark of orange heat that followed drew his eyes up, startled. One eyebrow rose — and then Dom grinned around his fag and leant forward to meet the steady hand that held the lighter. “I stand corrected,” Dom said, and blew out a cloud of smoke, gray against white. “Nice suit.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ back