Domino snorted at his description of his potential shirt. When he said he didn't do shirts she took it as an invitation to admire the extensive exposed areas of his body. He was definitely her type, even with (maybe especially because of) the bull horns. At least she knew what to expect going in.

"I don't see a problem with you not having a shirt. I'm Domino, it's nice to meet you." She smirked at him for a moment before taking another drink. Whatever it was tasted strong and her tongue was just a tiny bit numb from contact with the drink.