<div class="floatleft">(http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w448/KalebHyde/9a5b76ef-a2f8-48ea-8a71-45d31791a048_zpsfe3101d9.jpg)</div><br/>Those blues would fall upon Emily's assistant as she entered with that large box of shirts.  Jacob had fully intended to return to that massage, yet still he would give the assistant a wink as she looked him over.  He wasn't truly arrogant, but he had put in hard work to gain the frame he now displayed.  He could remember once being an awkward teen and tried hard to keep from exhibiting it now that he'd be around both his favorite band and such beautiful women for more than a few hours.<br/><br/>As the assistant slipped away, Jacob would move from behind the booth to table side, taking one of the larger Sole's Regret tees  and holding it up for his own inspection.<strong>Very nice, Emily</strong>His hands would then grab the edge of the shirt he now wore, pulling it up and over his head.  His body truly was chiseled, very well defined and adorned with tattoos.  A large scar ran along his chest, a souvenir of a night here at Pete's Pub which got more than a little out of hand.  Before he could put on the new shirt, Elliott would be bringing the fresh round to the table.  Instinctively his gaze drifted over her from head to cowboy booted toe.  His head would shake shortly after not wanting to appear lewd to her or in front of Ms. Browning though those tight denim<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span>shorts would definitely be drawing every male eye in the place tonight.<br/><br/>Jacob then pulled the Sole's Regret shirt over his frame, the tour dates appearing almost like a billboard stretched over his broad back.  The shirt was tight but it fit him well enough and he would be glad to have a few more for the road.  His attention moved back to Emily as she spoke about needing his assistance.  He smiled and nodded, fighting that thought of having her alone for a little while.  He knew it was unprofessional but each time he looked at her, professionalism was not what came to mind.<strong>I would be happy to lend you a hand...for anything you need.  Just consider me yours for the using...</strong>He'd catch his tongue, his thoughts slipping out more than he wanted<strong>I will be there for whatever you need</strong><br/><br/>Jacob then watched Emily move back toward the stage, taking charge of the situation though he did feel a little sympathy for Alex having to lug those machines back and forth.  He took the time to glance over the room again, from the stage where the band was beginning to rehearse, sounding amazing as always, to the pool tables where he could just imagine those two drawing in those poor boys.  Someone, possibly even him, would likely be tossing those guys out on their asses by the end of the night, but for now he'd just lean back against the booth, attention drifting back to Elliott at times as she went about her duties.  He could hardly wait for the night to get started and he knew it was only the beginning.