Valentine’s Day. A day for girls to make their boyfriends feel like shit if they didn’t spend hundreds of dollars on flowers and chocolates. A day that is ingrained in our brains as a day we celebrate how much we love each other, and that guys should also buy girls diamonds. Every girl wants diamonds! There was a new commercial for buying diamonds every two seconds!

Extortion day if you ask the Nix, who finds the holiday quite amusing. The best part for her? All the emotions she could harvest! Oh, and that chocolate would be 70% off the next day! Hell yeah! Time to stock up!

So she dressed the part tonight. The part of the sexy siren out to break men’s hearts and make other woman green with envy. It was too easy sometimes, but that didn’t take the fun out of it for her. Watching men droll while out with their girlfriends gave her a high like the drugs she used to do. There was no beating it.

Out she went in a red, curve hugging short dress, matching lipstick and a smoky eye completed her look.

The club was perfect for her. The lights were dim, but not dark and soft piano music played from a performer, dressed to the nines for the evening.

A seat was taken at the bar, the Nix ordering a club soda with a lime. Her back was arched perfectly as she carefully sipped her drink from the little straw and her sapphire eyes roamed the club. There were a few promising targets and a few couples.

None really seemed right, until she saw the guy sitting alone. It didn’t look like he was waiting for anyone, and seemed interested in the live music over anything else. She flags down the bartender, pointing to the guy, and requesting he send over a drink, whatever the guy was drinking.

As the drink was delivered, and the waiter mentions who it was from, a sly smile appears on her lips as they made eye contact. With the smile returned, she makes her way over to his table. And she was pleasantly surprised when he stood to pull out the chair for her, not something you came across often.

Small talk was made, mostly about the music and other safe topics. Casually she places a hand on his forearm when she laughed at a story he told. This was her way of gauging his interest, which was obvious when he moved closer. So she ups her game, batting her eyes, biting her lip and showing interest in what he said.

It didn’t take long for the familiar and welcome sound to begin in her ears. The deep, sensual sound of the saxophone, his lust for her. She eagerly drank up the emotion, fanning the fires with a laugh or well-placed smile.

Too bad he’d be leaving alone. While she had her own needs, he wasn’t her type to spend the night with.