<strong>EJ - Bar - with Roxanne</strong><br/><br/>EJ took care of Drake and watched at a distance what was transpiring with Valerie, Roxanne and Hector.  Roxanne was fired up.  Now he was even more sorry for making her wait.  Hector and Valerie would have been spared and could have been continuing their respective evenings.  Instead, the two of them had stormed off to lick their wounds and presumably gather themselves and their thoughts.  Hopefully they would find and console each other.<br/><br/>He took a beat and watched the smoldering Roxanne and her slow burn. He couldn't help but get turned on as his instincts took over, wanting to feed off the passion of her anger.  He fought with himself, knowing that some lines can't be crossed and yet, looking at Roxanne, he knew she had an evening's worth of frustration to release.  Even in all her anger she looked vulnerable.  He knew, once she realized it, that would quickly pass and transition into something more fitting of her public persona.  She would be looking for a victim.  Calmly, as if nothing had happened, he approached and stared down the barrel of the still smoking gun that was Roxanne.  In his smoothest, silkiest voice and a disarming smile, "I'm very sorry for making you wait Miss Roxanne.  I do apologize.  Was there something I could do for you?"