Embers didn't notice the door open or close, his mind was on the music, replaying everything in his mind, reliving the madness, the energy and...well, trying to will away the hard on he'd gotten as his mind drifted off to what would hopefully happen later that night.  He startled when someone touched him, then turned just enough to see who it was.<br/><br/>Fuck if it wasn't his own personal wet dream here, alone with him in the men's room!<br/><br/>Embers froze for just a minute, but then his usual, somewhat wicked smile turned on and he curled his fingers around Alex's.  "Thanks," he said in a voice that sounded absolutely nothing like his own.  He cleared his throat, then faced Alex, not letting go of his hand.<br/><br/>"The little message you sent...I liked it," he said quietly.  "And I'm sure you caught the riff I played just for you?"<br/><br/>He was still high from the adrenaline rush he'd had on stage, and most of his barriers, even his shyness, were down.  Embers lifted his free hand and curled a lock of long, blond hair around his index finger.  "I've been looking forward to our....coffee...all night."  As he spoke, he moved closer without even realizing it.  He was feeling confident now; if Alex wasn't interested, he wouldn't have been so close, wouldn't have taken his hand.  "Do you have any idea how fuckin' hot you are, Alex?"