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grooving to the music pumping over the speakers.
    After a few songs, Kit pulled her off the floor and back towards the bar. The man Kit had been dancing with followed them and ordered shots all around. Paloma almost refused, then decided to go ahead and make a night of it. Free drinks offered by men weren’t charity, right? She took the shot, then another, before hitting the dancefloor again. Her dance partner changed often throughout the night and she was bought a number of shots by different men, so that by the time the club was winding down, so was she.
    Kit found her seated on a stool at the bar, sucking down water, attempting to make the world stop spinning.  “You look like you’re having a rough time,” Kit said with a laugh. How was such a small woman still in the bubbly phase of being drunk? Paloma put her head in her hands and nodded. She was drunk, tired, and now, alone. Ronnie appeared behind Kit, no longer needed at the door.
    “Whoa, looks like you did enjoy yourselves, huh?”
    Kit smiled up at the big man, and asked if he could get them a cab while she tabbed out.
    Ronnie agreed and sat on the stool next to Paloma. “So, was it worth it?”
    “Is it ever?” Paloma asked him. She was absolutely enamored with Ronnie. “Things never seem to work out right,” she said to him, not able to stop herself from dumping her woes on him. Ronnie gave her a sympathetic look.
    “My wife always says that things work out exactly how they are supposed to. That’s what makes life so much fun.”
    Oh, great , Paloma thought. He is married. Of course. “I’m not having much fun.” Ronnie smiled as he put his phone up to his ear and ordered their cab. “How do you manage to be so happy, Ronnie?”
    “I make my own way. I find the joy in the little things. Every once in a while, I go to the gym and pound the shit out of a heavy bag.” His smile was crooked, only lifting the left side of his mouth. Paloma found it charming and smiled back at him. “Come on, we’ll meet Kit outside while we wait for the cab. I have a feeling you could use the fresh air.” He helped her off the stool and leaned over the bar to grab another bottle of water. Holding her elbow, he led her to the front door and into the cool night.
                  The air hit her face, making her instantly feel a little better. It was much quieter out here, even for the city. Paloma looked up in a vain attempt to see the stars. “Do you ever feel like it’s just too much?” she asked Ronnie. He pulled his bouncer stool over to her and let her sit down before he answered.
                  “Everybody thinks that at some point. You just have to find your niche. Whenever I get to feeling like it’s too much and there isn’t anything out there for me, I try something new, something I never would have thought to try before. Sometimes you have to step out of your comfort zone to find where you are supposed to be.”
                  “You are a smart guy, Ronnie. Why are you bouncing a club?”
                  Ronnie smiled at her again and leaned over so he could speak quietly into her ear. “I guard the door for fun. I own the club,” he said, and leaned back.
    Paloma looked at him, surprised, and let out a rolling laugh when he winked at her.
                  “What’s the joke?” Kit asked, joining them. She had shed her heels and was carrying them in one hand, her own bottle of water in the other. 
                  Paloma sobered and looked at her tiny friend. “Life, Kit. Life is the joke.”

Chapter 4
     
    Paloma didn’t wake up until well into Sunday afternoon.  When she did finally rise from her den, she found Kit in the kitchen frying bacon. Kit must have just risen herself, because her hair was an absolute rat’s nest and she was still in her pajamas. Paloma moved behind her and looked over her shoulder. “No eggs?”
    Kit turned around and stared into