(http://i329.photobucket.com/albums/l368/veronicaking1969/PS.jpg)<br/><br/>Ember stepped quietly back into the restaurant.  Everyone else was occupied, and he was able to slip in unnoticed...or so he hoped.<br/><br/>He sat down at the edge of the crowd, and simply watched everyone, wondering what they'd think of him if they knew the truth.  Would they kick him out of the bad?  And why the hell now, of all the times, did he have to fixate on someone so close to the band?<br/><br/>Ember's eyes traveled around the room, automatically looking for Alex, but he quickly stopped himself and tried to listen to his bandmates, hoping to pick up on what they were saying so no one would question where he'd been or why he looked like he was lost in another world.<br/><br/>That wasn't to say, however, he wasn't lost.  No matter what he started to do, or who he tried to listen to, he was picturing Alex, naked and sweaty, and...<br/><br/><em>Fuck.</em><br/><br/>Ember shook his head and waved a hand up in the air.  "Next round's on me!" he called out, then leaned back in his chair, doing his best just to blend in.<br/>