Walking down the raod, cold and hungry, i realized that there really was no-where to go. I'd been walking for an hour; turning back, looking on both sides of the salon, going down different roads. Nothing was there, all of the wrecked buildings that should have been deserted, were not. People were crammed in every little place available.

Turning back to the salon once again, i set my mind on the decision i was inevitably going to have to make.

I arrived at the front of the salon, beginning to do what i had to in order to follow out my plan.

I finally found a bar that was perfectly what i was looking for, about 200 meters away from the salon. The large, bright yellow sign read "HOT"

Come on Xena, need a place to spend the night...need, need, need, need, need.

Walking in, i saw a few groups of people in clusters, but most were in twos or alone. I sat at the counter, after a few minutes the bartender walked over, "So, the man over there wants to get you a drink on him. What'll it be?" He gestured to a guy sitting alone at a table. Seeing my glance, he nodded, smiling.

The man was about six, six-five feet tall i saw when he stood up and began walking over. As he walked, the light caught his green eyes, making his sharp features even more noticeable. His hair did'nt reflect any light, it was so dark. Like ink. As he came even closer, i saw the edge of his plump and so kissable lips quirk in a smile. "Hey." he said, sitting next to me.

"So?" the bartender repeated.

"Oh, sorry. I'll have a shot of whatever you've got." I said daringly, striving for sexy. It wasn't really that hard, and my effort came out smoothly. The bartender raised his eyebrows, i didn't care. Let everyone know what i was trying to do, i wouldn't care. Just not the hot guy that was infront of me.

I glanced quickly at the man's clothes; clean, expensive looking, no labels though. Modest, hot, rich guy. Modest, hot, rich, horny guy with a place to bring girls?