<strong>Katey Pool  and Saint John  O:)</strong><br/><br/>(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/Katherine%20Temple%20Pool/KT.jpg)<br/>She didn't get far before she pivoted and marched back to the man.  He was still talking.  Why did they talk so much?  Hands fisted at her sides, she glared at John as he talked about her in front of her and smirked.  Ugh.  The smirk!<br/><br/>Katey's eyes rolled up as he settled her hat on her head, watching his movements for signs he might try to grab her again.    Fuck.  Charming assholes should be illegal, she thought, still fuming.<br/><br/>And, then he got through playing with his walkie talkie and walked away.  She stared after him, chin lowered, one eyebrow shooting for her hairline a you've-got-to-be-kidding-me expression all over her face, Katey laughed.  He wanted her to follow him.  Fine.<br/><br/><strong>"John.  Goddammit, John, stop!"  </strong>She ran up to him, skittering around in front of him to stop him with a hand to his chest.<strong>"Pool.  It's my real name.  The other one is, too,"</strong>she added unintentionally.  She held up her hands in a "stop" gesture, fingers splayed and then relaxed, eyes closed for a moment.  She breathed out a deep breath through pursed lips.<strong>"John," </strong>she said, calm and quiet, the screaming fans and surrounding city sounds like white noise to her.<strong>"Look...I know I'm going to have to come clean...someday.  But, after that whole overdose and dying thing, I'm kind of like the plague to the industry.  People look at.."</strong>she whispered "<strong>Temple</strong>" and then continued on,<strong>"...like I'm packing a pharmacy in my vagina or something.  I don't do anything anymore.  Caffeine.  Maybe a beer.  But, that's it.  I want to build a new rep, John.  Maybe get into management or..."</strong>it was too stupid for a five foot one girl to admit, so she fell silent...<strong>"Something where I know the ropes,</strong>" she ended.  "<strong>I'm not going to do anything stupid or get you in trouble.  Hell, I might be able to help do round-up on the cast...I kind of know that routine.  And, the devil knows, I can't be shocked anymore."</strong><br/><br/>She tested a smile on the man.<strong>"So, thanks?  Want to help me get the coffee?" </strong>she asked, pleading only a little bit.<br/><br/>