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misery of tonight on his face and was relieved to be out of the bright carpeted casino. He and his friends settled into a black leather sofa that Dominic felt his body sink into. It was relaxing. Though he wasn’t much of a drinker, he considered having one anyway. Jess was taking everyone’s request down and before he could get to him, all the pole dancers waltzed into the lounge. Out of nowhere Dominic was approached by two women.
       He didn’t recognize either at first as the place was dark. The first girl had long, silky black hair and from lighting outside of the lounge, he could make out her glistening darker skin and caramel eyes.
        “This is him?” She asked the brunette next to her.
        It was her, the girl next door wearing her long hair down with a shoulders-bearing dress. Her arm was bent just above her waist with a little tiny purse hanging on her wrist. Her nails were French manicured and she had a sparkly watch on her right wrist; the band was as skinny as the large loops in her ears. As usual her expression was a serious one, not as much as a smirk on her cute face.
        “We never introduced ourselves,” said Hope, sticking out her slender hand. “I’m Hope; this is Shamayla, my friend.”
        Dominic glanced at his friends who all stopped what they were doing to just stare at him.
       “Uh, Dominic,” he said, tuning into Hope and taking her soft and fragile appearing hand. Not surprising to him was her grip loose. It was as if she didn’t want to catch a disease from his hand. Shamayla on the other hand, had a firm grip.
       “I cannot thank you enough for what you did.”
       Dominic could still feel his friends staring. Hope was studying the way Dominic and Shamayla interacted with each other.
      “She wanted to thank you personally,” Hope said to Dominic. “Can we get your drinks?”
       Dominic lost hope right there. It was “Shamayla” who wanted to thank him.    
      “Don’t mention it. Ladies, these are my colleagues and somewhat friends, Jess, Roberto, Shane and Justin.”
       There was something about Justin that made Shamayla smile when she shook his hand.
       “Beautiful name,” Justin said to Shamayla.
       Hope actually smiled for the first time ever, at least for Dominic which left him that much more in awe.
       Hope shook Justin’s hand in the same manner she shook Dominic’s.
      “Is it Persian?” Shane asked jokingly.
      “I’m Pakistani,” Shamayla corrected him.
      “We work here,” Hope said.
      “Really…” Roberto said, giving the girls the once over. “Cocktail waitresses?”
      “Dancers, sometimes cocktail waitressing,” Shamayla said with a wan smile. “Our shift just ended.”
       Dominic couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. Words came out of his mouth before he could even process them in his head.
       “So let’s all hang out a bit?”
        Shamayla glanced at Hope who gave Dominic a look like he had said something she couldn’t understand. She looked at Shamayla for the ‘ok’ and then agreed.
       “What are you guys having?” Shamayla asked. “I’ll go grab you some drinks, whatever you want.”
       Hope was a little uncomfortable and Dominic could see it. He scooted over to make room for her and asked her to sit down which she did with a little hesitation.
       "What do you want to drink?” she asked him in a low, sort of somber voice.
       “I’m all right, right now, thanks.”
       “Oh come on,” Shamayla insisted. “It’s on the house.”
        “A seven up.”
        Of course Justin followed Shamayla to the bar which made the guys including Dominic laugh.
       “So she’s the girlfriend of that asshole?”
        Hope held her chin up and studied her surroundings with far off gazes. She looked light years away but was actually closer than ever, absorbing his vibe. 
       “Not girlfriend,” she said. “Wife.”
       “That was her husband? Has he