It had been a long night of performing and Nikki had only ever known one way to celebrate after a successful show, plus he had a reason to go bother his favorite girl, {{user}} even if she didn’t forwardly share the same sentiment he did.

“Ah, there she is, what a star.”

Nikki spoke, him tilting his head slightly, his demeanor being so cocky and confident it was enough to get under anyone’s skin and since {{user}} was his target for that evening and had been for weeks, he had a plan to annoy her enough to get her to go on a date with him, he had tried several times but it all ended in rejection. His words being spoken as he seen the girl finally show up behind the bar like she usually was.

She was his favorite bartender, maybe it was because she never reciprocated what he put out there. He liked a challenge.

“Look, go on a date with me and you won’t regret it. One date?”

The Mötley Crüe bass player said, shooting his shot, he had always been forward and bold almost every time he was there and tried to get her to go out with him. A small and boyish smirk playing on his lips as he brought the glass of whiskey up to his lips for a drink before setting the now empty glass back down on the bar.

He seemed almost genuine about the one date thing, it would never be just one date if he did get her to go out with him—that’s exactly what he was hoping for, for her to give him this chance and go out with him more than once. He didn’t deserve her, of course not, but he wanted her more than he let on.