<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSIdCuHPdgTbAAxZ0TdEhjwQakjYXySGxUaGs8nCJvCUJ1Zga0j5Q)</div><br/><br/>After the band started to play Alex had to jump on the back of the stage and make a couple of minor adjustments.  It was usually this time that he went outside or to the back room to hang out and do his own thing.  Tonight he didn't do that, he didn't want too.<br/><br/>Satisfied with all that was going on, that everything was adjusted he flipped a chair around beside the soundboard, resting his forearms across the back, he flicked the tongue stud he had in over his teeth before catching the brunette waitress in the short shorts and cowboys boots asking for a beer.<br/><br/>Leaning over to the FOH soundboard operator Alex said,<strong>"They sound fucking awesome tonight."</strong>All he got was a nod in return.  Sure he was listening, he was watching the way that Sole Regret worked the crowd but his eyes kept going to the bass guitarist.  That man made him smile, he knew exactly how tonight was going to go, he had an agenda.  That Embers might go along with it, he didn't let cross his mind.  He had read the man and knew he was right.  Yep a drink after the show and them a little sumptin, sumptin.  Alex nudged the FOH soundboard operator to get their attention,<strong>"Tell Embers he sounds fucking hot at the small break between songs." </strong>He was given a no way look.  Alex pulled out a twenty and held up.<strong>"Please?" </strong>There was no containing the smile on his lips.<br/><br/>The twenty was snatched out of his hand and shoved into a pocket as he sat there, not taking his eyes from the stage. As the music died down between songs, he got a sideways look from the one beside him and he knew it was done, he had passed the messaged a long.