<strong>EJ - Bar - staring at the room key</strong><br/><br/>EJ stood at the bar, frozen in thought, watching Roxanne's curves sway back and forth as she bounced away.  His ultimate fantasy and worst nightmare were now before him.  His mind raced.  He stared down at the room key.  His mind was telling him to reach for the room key but his body wouldn't cooperate.  That fateful night long ago set events in motion that lead to this moment in time that he had been waiting for.  To disappoint would surely bring an endless wrath of misery at the hands of the one he thought for sure he could keep at a distance.<br/><br/>He reached out and let his hand rest on the key.  He still had some time to think.  How much control would he really have when the blood started pumping and the juices started flowing?  Was it a chance he wanted to take?  He turned his attention to Victor.  The usual flair in his service was gone for the moment.  He grabbed a glass, drew a cold frosty brew and slid the glass in front of Victor, hoping he'd enjoy his choice of "cold and easy."