Panic washed over Domino as she jerked awake taking shallow breaths as she clung to the cotton sheets that covered her bare skin. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself as she ran her fingers through her tousled blueish black hair.
It was the same nightmare every time she closed her eyes.
Always the same pair of strong hands wrapped around her neck
Always the same feeling of every last breath being choked out of her lungs.
As her anxiety subdued it gave way for the effect of last nights alcohol binge Domino blinked as her eyes adjusted to the bright orange mid morning light that filtered in through the large window to her right. The room was unfamiliar, littered with a few pieces of furniture and a full set drum kit positioned at the end of the bed. This was not her apartment.
She looked down next to her and slowly began putting the pieces of earlier in the night together.
The Gypsy Jokers were in residence this week at one of the more lowbrow music venues close to the borders of the 'Norm' slums and Domino had needed to get out. She hated being confined to the camp- it was too quiet, too much nature, she loved the city and its never ending buzz. She had caught a ride in with one of the other Griffin members early in the evening and proceeded to obtain that wonderful numbness that rum and Coke could provide.
The dark skinned body next to her stirred but didn't wake, his long dreadlocks sprawled across his pillow like a thick black octopus much like they did while he played on stage with the band.
Time to go.... Domino thought to herself, while she never regretted nights like last nights she did find it easier to slip out quietly as it always avoided the awkward "I'll call you" speech. Domino carefully slid out the mess of sheets and dressed quietly, a sly smile on her lips as she looked over the handsome drummer as she disappeared out the door.
A few hours later Domino reluctantly arrived back the Griffins Keep.