(http://i1321.photobucket.com/albums/u553/anorienparker/PS_zps3810db65.jpg) Ember was handed his beer and lifted it in a toast to his bandmate, laughing easily.  Or so he thought.  It seemed forced to his own ears, but he didn't think anyone would notice.<br/><br/>Wiping the back of his hand across his lips, he took a deep breath and told himself to relax.  Everything was fine.  He was still the same man he'd been a few months ago and since he hadn't told anyone of the little 'incident' that had flipped some kind of switch in him, then there was no way any of his band mates or their significant others could possibly know.<br/><br/>His eyes got that far away look in them as he remembered.  He'd been alone in his dressing room, packing up when a groupie somehow got past the guards and burst in.  The guy had been hot - dressed in leather with short, spiky blond hair, silver chains around his neck, black fingerless gloves.  Ember had thought he looked harmless enough - and truth be told, he was enjoying looking at the man - so he let him stay.  After a few minutes of small talk, the man had moved closer and Ember hadn't stopped him.<br/><br/>The next thing Ember knew, he was pushed up against the wall and was being kissed senseless.  He should have pushed the man away.  Should have shouted for the guards or thrown the man out on his ass.<br/><br/>But he didn't.  Instead, he kissed the man right back.  Hard.<br/><br/>Years of denying his attraction to other men pushed through his defenses and if someone hadn't knocked on his door at that very moment, he likely would have pulled the other man's clothes off and...<br/><br/>Ember realized he'd gone quiet and shook his head, trying to rid himself of the memory.  He looked back at Kerbs and grinned again.  He waved at the waitress and gestured to his friends.  "Next round's on me," he said, hoping no one had noticed his little space out.  "Even the water for my friend over there.  Make it a double!"