Carry followed Kim into the side room. Fascinated by the drummer's behind as it swivelled in front of her. She was totally oblivious to what was going on behind her with the discovery of the groupie. She pushed the door to and smiled. "So,<em>sticks</em>, this is where you and Emma go at it, huh? Look, sorry about loosing it back there. I' so fucking tense I could snap!"<br/><br/>She flicked a lock of her long dark hair out of her face and stepped closer to Kim. "You do like me, don't you, Kim?" She put on the<em> cute</em>face, the one the press loved. "I don't mean<em>like</em>, I mean<strong>like</strong>... ?"