Someone oddly familiar

With my glass empty, I look to the bald black man approaching me. He somewhat familiar, with those thick-rimmed glasses and black turtleneck. Someone semi-famous. Maybe a musician, or an artist. Certainly handsome though, even if he is pushing 40. Total DILF if I do say so myself.

"Still looking for the mosh pit?" He jokes with a deep, smooth voice.

"Think I'll just settle for the bar." I state.

"Xavier."

That's when it clicks for me. "Xavier Colton, right?"

"That's me. You a fan?"

"Well, I've heard of you."

He smiles. "I'll take it."

"Anyway, I'm Roxy."

"Foxy Roxy. I like it."

"Well I didn't choose it, but I'll take the compliment all the same."

He gives me a slight chuckle. "So what brings you here?"

"Got offered a free drink."

"How about I make it two?"

"I don't think I need any more." I put my finger on those strong abs of his. "If this is going where I think it is?"

He replies with a wolfish smile. "It sure can. Come with me."