I don't paint dreams or nightmares

Dominic's quiet spring break at home hadn't exactly panned out the way he wanted it to. He'd volunteered to stay in Maryland a couple extra days to help Professor Ledarsky set up her work in a group exhibition in New York (and also get in some primo sucking up time, since he still needed that letter of recommendation). The exhibition had been a bust for Ledarksy -- her work just wasn't what the people at the gallery were into, and that made the professor surly and grouchy. Which made for an uncomfortable drive home from the city.

And then since he'd been in Maryland and at loose ends anyhow, he'd agreed to go to another of Tank's frat parties. Which had been going better than the last one in that he hadn't attempted to give himself alcohol poisoning ... and then he tripped over an edge on the carpet and smacked his hand into a bottle on the way down. The EMT who came to patch him up said the cut went down to his tendons.

So now he was in Kansas City, trying to heat up a can of Spaghetti-Os one-handed while his mom pulled a late shift at work.

He should have gone to Bali.

[OOC: NFB, but open for calls/texts/etc should you wish! Just getting in a lil canon catch-up.]

"Art is in the eye of the beholder," Professor Ledarsky -- a middle-aged woman with curly hair and funky accessories -- intoned. "True or False?""

Bay still wasn't quite sure what the hell she was doing in a college class, but nobody else seemed inclined to talk, so she raised a hand. "True?"

"If it's true, what the hell are you doing here?" the professor asked, arching an eyebrow. Bay went pink as the rest of the class laughed.

( In which we meet Tank. )

[OOC: NFB due to distance, NFI. Taken from SaB 3.1.]

Bay had turned down the trip with Angelo to see Abby, and her reward was a lazy Friday morning. She was filling it by calling Toby for a good round of family gossip and picking on him about the married-at-nineteen plan.

She considered this her duty as a little sister.

Eventually -- possibly just to get Bay off the subject -- Toby asked if she had any news from the Vasquez-Sorrentos. Since Regina had moved out, the families hadn't been talking much.

"Well, I think Angelo's out of town for the weekend," Bay said. "He went to St. Louis to try to get the baby back from the couple who adopted her."

"That's cool," Toby said, after a pause in which he seemed to be trying to figure out how to feel. "I mean, you're gonna meet your sister."

Bay felt suddenly shy. "Yeah, he, um, wanted me to go, but..," she mumbled into the phone.

"Why didn't you?"

"I don't know," Bay sighed. "It just felt weird, and I'm all the way in Maryland, and school starts next week ... honestly, I just thought it would be more fun to stay where I was."

"Bay, if he doesn't get her back this might be your only chance to meet her," Toby pointed out.

"... now I feel even worse."

"It's a 90-minute flight," Toby said. "Bet there's one leaving this morning. I'll meet you at the St. Louis airport."

"Toby, you don't have to -"

Her big brother was stern. "C'mon."

And somehow Bay agreed.

[OOC: Establishy. Dialogue from Switched at Birth 2.17, ""Prudence, Avarice, Lust, Justice, Anger", with Toby stepping in for Ty.]