<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSIdCuHPdgTbAAxZ0TdEhjwQakjYXySGxUaGs8nCJvCUJ1Zga0j5Q)</div>Alex had sat there in that chair turned around and watched the band through their first set.  As much as he expected something more, he was glad that Embers had taken the remark well, it had made the man smile.  Oh Alex knew exactly how tonight was going to go, that wink, that small riff the man had played out of order said more than any words had.<br/><br/>Alex could watch Embers all night long.  The man was lost in his music, it was sweated out of every pore when he played.  He was quiet on stage more so than the other members but you couldn't deny he was there.  Alex had to reach down to adjust himself before the set was over.<strong> "Hey thanks man."</strong>He clapped the FOH soundboard operator on the shoulder as he swung his leg off the chair.<br/><br/>As the band made their way toward the table Alex fought the crowd to climb up on the back of the stage.  He had guitars to put back where they went, adjust mics, amps and monitors.<br/><br/>All said and done Alex jumped off the other side of the stage, staying to the edge of the crowd he headed for the men's room, just as he saw Ember's headed that way.  Alex smiled, he paused, letting his mind work for a moment, arguing with himself if he should go on in or let it go for now.<br/><br/>Going in won, Alex pushed the door open, stepped inside with a smile.  He had let the door close softly, the music pumping thorugh the sound system helped to mask that click.  Embers had already assumed the position one hand on the wall, the room was not that well lit as Alex slipped over behind the man, wrapped a hand around his waist, wrapping his fingers around Embers.<strong> "You are fucking on fire tonight."  </strong>What he wanted to do was turn the man around and run his hands over that thick mat of hair under that black sleeveless tee he had on.  That would have to wait though, just the same Alex pushed his hips forward so that the bass player would feel the outline of his shaft through his ripped jeans.  Then he let go and stepped back, he had made his point.