The Sunset strip was hot with leather, spandex, women, artists, and makeup. The band Poison was still kind of new to the strip so they had been struggling a little bit when it can to getting food. Normally, by the end of some shows they would save their money and get something to eat, but lately the money had been going into clothes and their looks. After this show in particular the band had an idea to split up and find a girl that would pay for their meal for the night. Girls on the strip did just about anything for the musicians when given the chance, and they were all gonna rely on that. Rikki was a little bit kinder when it came to the ladies and didn’t want to use any girl, but the way his stomach was growling, he had no choice.

He spotted you and thought that flirting with you would make you more prone to say yes to him if he asked you out to dinner tonight. He was going to tell you until the both of you reached a near by place, but you were most definitely paying for it. The two of you fell into conversation, about music, and even light hearted flirting a little bit. He felt that now would be the perfect moment to pop the question.

Rikki: So how’d you feel about me and you gettin’ some dinner right about now?

He ran his hand through his long teased hair and tried to make things sweeter by smiling at you. You went along with it, he didn’t say who was paying, so you just assumed it was him, since you didn’t fully know his situation. This was like a dream come true. Rikki Rockett had just asked you out on a date. Even if it was under slightly false pretenses.