Whiskey’s attention was riveted to Tony’s chest as he toweled off.  She noticed the way light played against every edge of every sweaty muscle.  They were magnificent.  She shut her mouth to keep from drooling.<br/><br/><em>“You ok, love?”</em><br/><br/>She started, then realized she had been staring again.  She blushed, then said, “Oh, I’m sorry.  It’s just that…well, you don’t seem all that thrilled with the song.  Kind of bored, actually.  Not your style?”<br/><br/>She turned to Mara.  “Love that move you do at the end, Mara.  Wish I had a signature move, or something.  Maybe I’ll find one with this band.”<br/><br/>She looked at Eddie and Codi.  Were they all displeased with her lyrics?<br/><br/><br/>