<strong>Coffee time at the Venue, once off the street.</strong><br/><br/>Katey stepped back in surprise.  Well, a little surprised.  You never knew how anyone was going to act in a situation until you got into that situation.  She nodded.<br/><br/>“Deal.  Door closed,” she said before John stormed away.  “He’ll have to deal with that some day,” She muttered, one of many mantras learned in recovery.  She squatted and picked up the coffee and, by the grace of some deity or her own stubborn dexterity, managed to get back to the venue.<br/><br/>The people were out in force, now.  She half wished she had someone to run interference for her, because kicking a fan in the face probably wasn’t going to be good for the band’s rep or the longevity of her “employment.”  Katey snarled at a few of the girls who tried to sneak in behind her, and then there was a security guard taking care of the door.<br/><br/>“Thanks,” she said, smiling.  She moved on into the arena.<br/>