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Tommy exhaled, letting out sigh of mixed emotion. After a long week in the office he was mentally and physically drained. Friday was finally here. He had been lusting after the 12 dollar draught Guinness that was waiting for him at the Staples Center. Tommy loved Guinness. It was his only respite from the monotony that was his life. He could imagine the Irish black gold quenching his every tension, easing his every fear. It would cure him, even if only momentarily, from his overworked life.

Tommy was also a little excited for the game itself, though he wasn’t as a big of a fan as his brother. He had been working so much he hadn't seen a game in weeks and was excited to watch Dwight Howard finally take the stage.

As Tommy stood lost in thought, a young, beautiful woman crept up slowly behind him, her blond, flowing hair brushing against her tan back. She stood next to him, waiting for the elevator to go down. Tommy had not seen her in the office before; she was so beautiful that he would've surely remembered. He looked her over and finally made eye contact, staring deeply into her glistening blue eyes. Her friendly ruby red mouth took him by surprise. He wanted to say something to her but his luck with women had gone south recently and he was too nervous and self-conscious to make a move.

“You’re getting out of here pretty late for a Friday,” she said, breaking the awkward silence.

He nearly had a heart attack when she spoke. She had a mischievous look on her face. Like a demented puppet master, she knew she could have some fun with him.

“It was a busy week,” he replied.

There was a short silence before Tommy spoke again, the words tumbling out of his mouth as if he had no control over them.

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