Today had just been too much for Steven Nelson to handle.
First, he lost the little girl in surgery. Then the Helm of Fate showed him that said little girl would have grown up to start World War III and kill everyone on Earth...and she would have killed him and taken the Helm of Fate as her own.
He couldn't go to the Oblivion Bar tonight. Too much chance of running into ex's, enemies or old friends, so he went to a normal bar a couple of cities over and started drinking.
The moment he locked eyes with her, he knew what they were going to do. She needed someone the same way he did and she wouldn't think about this in the morning. That was enough to get him to follow her into the VIP room and watch as she stripped off her shirt.
Was she glowing? He didn't know. It just made it easier to see her so he could pull her down to straddle his lap and tease her nipples with his tongue. His hands slid up her skirt, trying to tug away her underwear.