Carry chuckled softly. "I left Kim back at her place - she said she wanted to drive in by herself." She looked at Charley, a shit-eating grin on her face. She was making it as obvious as she could that "little miss innocent" had left the building.<br/><br/>"Dunno where Lou is." She shrugged. "Anyway, before we got interested in ... other things, I showed Kim a song I've been working on. It's just lyrics really right now, but I have a tune in my head for it... Kim thinks it would work better as a ballad, I think it would do just fine as rock. Either way, it's gonna be a hell of a lot better than the pre-digested pap the label is feeding us, or doing covers of seventies hits."<br/><br/>She smirked a little as she slipped her hand down inside the back of keyboard player's jeans, found the hem of her panties and slipped her hand inside them as well. "We can manage without Kim for now and maybe Lou will come out of hiding if we start playing?"<br/><br/>She led the way back to the studio.