I decided to stick to our usual Thursday routine, even though Myriah bailed.

I went to the club.

Sitting in a corner booth, I look around the club, taking in all the unusual (for non-supers) sights. Were-wolves, fairies, vampires, sylphs, succubi. Any type of creature you can think of is being represented tonight. The place is packed, and I'm getting a little uncomfortable sitting here alone.

Just when I'm contemplating leaving, the door swings open and in walks in the largest man I've ever seen. Damn near seven feet tall, muscles that no amount of baggy clothing could conceal, and the face of an angel. As he steps through the door, his long trench coat flutters, and I catch a glimpse of a black feathery protrusion on his back.

Wasn't too far off with the face of an angel thing, I think to myself.

Fallen angels. God's unknowing gift to Earth. These creatures, I like to believe, got kicked out of heaven because they are too damn sexy to stick around. Make all the other angels jealous.

Damn, that guy is fucking gorgeous.

He sits down at a table near the bar, a few meters from my booth. He scans the room, but his eyes seem to skip right over my little booth. Unfortunate.

I take a sip of my Black Russian and continue to observe this man. He strips off his coat and stretches his wings out a little. They give a quick shake.

Cute.

A waitress comes over to greet the man. She's the prettiest one this place employs. A succubi in her own right, she knows how to work the guests over for tips, even without using her powers.

I snort as I see her lay on her charm, but start to feel a little nervous at the same time. Is he going to take the bait she's so obviously laying on him so thick?

He doesn't. He flippantly puts in his order, gives the room another quick once over, then pulls out his phone and starts toying with it.

Did he just glance at me?

No.

He looks up from his phone, slowly turns his head in my direction, and our eyes lock. Pitch black staring into deep gold. He gives a nervous wave, then stoops his head back to his phone.

Taking his wave as a sign to approach, I down the rest of my Russian in one gulp, go to the bar for another, then cautiously approach the sex-god in front of me.

I stop right behind his enormous shoulder.

Clearing my throat, I mutter a quiet, “Hi.”

“Hey,” he says kindly, turning slightly toward me.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Go for it.” He motions at the chair across from him. I circle the table and nervously slide onto the high chair.

“This place is insane tonight, eh?” I ask.

“Just a bit,” his deep voice booms. “Is it always like this?”

“Generally, yes.”

“I take it you come here a lot?”

Way more than I would like to.

“Every Thursday,” I state. “Normally I have a side-kick, but she bailed tonight.”

“Couldn't deviate from routine?” he smirks.

“Wanted to see if anyone would pique my interest tonight,” I smirk back.

“Ah,” he nods. “Any luck?”

“Kinda.”

I start to relax and lay on my sexy. He seems to be catching my bait less reluctantly than he did the waitress's.

Score one for Davin.

“I'm Davin, by the way. Davin Blake.” I extend my hand across the table.

“Tyler,” he answers. His entire hand envelopes my little one and part of my wrist, too. “Nice to meet you, Davin.”

“Likewise,” I smile. “So what brings you here, Tyler?”

“I figured I would come see what the night-life is like around here.”

“New to town?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs. “I've been here for a few months, but I haven't really felt like doing much.”

“Understandable.”

We sit in silence for a few moments, feeling our energies. After mentally deciding that I am not uncomfortable with this guy at all, I scoot my chair a little closer to his.

Tyler gives a quick, but large, grin. He leans slightly closer toward me, pulling out a cigarette carton at the same time.

“You mind?” he asks

If anybody is interested, I will post it.

Now you just need to figure out how to start the damn thing!