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stood by and watched? Huh?”
     Tristan crossed her arms. She didn’t know whether she should be jealous or proud of Dominic for what he did. She decided she was a little of both.
    “This has trouble written all over it. Now you’re going to have to move.”
    “Why would I have to move?”
    “Because he might come back with friends or something. What if he has a big family? Did you ever think about that? Maybe he has a lot of brothers and maybe now your life is in danger.”
     Dominic laughed.
     “You jump to the wildest conclusions. I took care of that asshole and I seriously doubt he’ll be coming back.”
     “Why didn’t you just knock him out with one hit? That was a one hit quit for sure. Were you trying to show off?” She squinted her eyes. 
    “I had a lot bottled up!”
    “Whatever.” Tristan went into Dominic’s room to get her jeans and purse.
    “You want to have breakfast?” Dominic opened and closed his hand. His knuckles were still bruising.
    “I can’t. My dad and Josephine are going golfing at the country club. ”
    “So?”
    “So they really want me to go. And, I invited Charla.”
    “Fine,” he sighed. “Of course. Go and do your thing.”
    Tristan got into her booty jeans and pulled her hair back.
    “Are you mad?”
     “No I’m not mad.”
    “You look mad.”
    “I’m heated because of what just happened but I’m not mad at you. Go do the family thing. Maybe we’ll see a movie tonight or something.”
     Dominic walked Tristan to the door. Zefar was long gone.
     “I’ll call you.” Tristan pecked him on the lips, paused for a moment. “I really hope she has the decency to thank you.”
     Dominic half smiled.
     “Have fun golfing.”
     Tristan walked down the stairs and saw spewed blood on the gravel. Her stomach curved as she hurried to her car, hoping Zefar wouldn’t pop out from nowhere and attack her like a bloodied zombie.
     
     

 7… The dancers
         Dominic spent half an hour staring and contemplating the handwritten note taped to his door.  After Tristan had pissed him off, he made up his mind and he and his buddies hit the casino. Still stewing from his fight with Tristan, Dominic found himself scanning the floor for Hope. His friends took their positions at the black jack tables while Dominic wandered off on his own. He strolled through the aisles of endless ring-ding-dings and flashing fluorescent lights. There were the dancers up ahead, red and black corsets with their micro miniskirts, black nylon stockings and sky high heels. They were all attractive from where he stood but not one was his neighbor.
         Dominic wondered to himself why he was even here. She wouldn’t be interested in him even if he were available. Yeah, there was the note with a time and place. But that proved nothing yet. And why was he following through? He and Tristan had a fight which wasn’t out of the usual. He wasn’t the type to screw her over just because they had a fight. But here he was, in a potentially tempting position. Or maybe he was just getting ahead of himself?
         He sat on a cushiony black stool and slid a five dollar bill into the slot. The touch screen animated with noise and lights. There was a bright green button flashing on the screen which he absently pressed. He knew she wanted to thank him. But why not just step outside and knock on his door? Why here? Either way, she’d thank him and then what? Where would things go from there? Dominic tried to get her out of his mind. He sat in that stool for a few minutes till he was reduced to twenty-five cents. He cashed out and snatched his ticket. 
        “Sup Dom, we’re gonna go in there,” his buddy Jess said, pointing to a darkened lounge at the corner of the lobby, just across the way. 
         Dominic placed the twenty-five cent voucher on an empty stool and followed his friends to the lounge that didn’t have much light except for the glowing aqua bar. Dominic could feel the