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    “Brianna, I think I have to do something. I just cannot sit back any longer and pretend he is going to be okay… And it would be so much easier if I knew you guys agreed with me. Do you think you can have my back on this?”
    “I always have your back, you know that!”
    I smile, because I know it’s true. The same way I always have her back. “Yes, sweets, I know you do.”
    I get off the barstool, come around and give her a half hug, just as we hear the band starting to play a Jason Aldean cover song.
    “Well, sweets, I’ve got to go and convince a very brooding, sad and regretful man to dance. I’ve got my work cut out for me…” I wink at her and leave her shaking her head and slurping on her margarita… Need to remember to do a shot of Patron before we leave. It’s been a rough month.
    Traxx sees me coming and makes a point of looking away. This elusive action stops me in my tracks for a few seconds. I can tell this will be more difficult than I thought. I straighten my shoulders and with newfound resolve, I move forward towards him.
    I stand next to him. I’m a lot shorter than he is, but since he is seated on a booth, our eyes are pretty damn level. He already knows how determined I can be, so he won’t be able to ignore me for long.
    Just as I thought, a minute or so later he looks at me and for just a second his eyes seemed to spark… And as fast as it flicked, it was gone, but it’s in there somewhere . I just need to find it.
    “What do you want, Ciara?” Hmm, he is trying to pull the a-hole act. He’s gonna need a lot more ammunition to get rid of me.
    “I’m here to inform you that your ‘cry me a river’ card has been revoked.” I lift one of my eyebrows at him.
    “Who the fuck gives a shit.” He stares back at me, challenging me to go on. His eyes are ardent and furious at the same time. I place my hand on his upper arm, an unexpected move that causes him to flinch. While he takes a quick look at my hand, I hold his arm steadfast. I get close, really close, to his ear.
    “Nice act, it may work on the bar flies that keep coming your way, but it sure as hell will not work on me. I know you better than that. I also know what you need. I have answers for you, Traxx. I have answers to all those questions that have been swirling in your head for weeks now. But these answers are not free. There is a price to pay.” He looks at me like a lost puppy who has found a new owner, and I know he is intrigued.
    “What do I have to do to get these answers from you?”
    “Well, there will be a lot of things you have to do. I can help you, Traxx. But you have to let me. It’s time to move on. Please note that I didn’t say forget. Marcy wanted for you to destroy your life and you are doing exactly what she expected you would do. You are letting guilt consume you. It’s time to find a way back to the living, Traxx. Aren’t you tired of wallowing?”
    “I don’t know what to do, Ciara… I feel like I shouldn’t be happy ever again.”
    “I know… and there will be plenty of time to talk about it. For right now, why don’t you take your friend – me – to the dance floor and help her spin around a few times?”
    He takes a deep breath. “I don’t think I feel like doing that, Ciara.”
    “That’s problem number one – you are thinking too much. Let’s stop thinking for a few minutes and just enjoy the fact that you were spared, you’re in the here and now, and you need to do something with your life. Something meaningful that will help even out the field of shit that you’ve been dealt. I have some ideas and I will help you out of the mess you created for yourself. I promise. The only thing you have to do is trust me. You know me , Traxx. It’s me . I’m your friend during the good, the bad and the ugly. It’s not easy, but we have to start somewhere. So, here goes: I’m going to take your hand and lead you to the dance floor – don’t look around at anyone but me.