8:30 rolls around. Louis sits his office, poring over a stack of financial documents, unaware that he has sat in the same spot for three hours. The sound of amplified instruments warming up breaks his attention. He looks up and sees Harvey and Donna walking down the hall laughing and talking; both loaded down with canvas shopping bags full of alcohol.
Somebody started their Friday night a bit early. He checks his watch. OK, not that early.
Louis looks back at the documents and decides that the rest of his work can wait until Monday. After a moment's thought, he leaves his office and takes the long route to Harvey's. As he approaches, Kitty walks out with another musician. She spots Louis quickly, and waves him over. On his approach, he catches the tail end of their conversation.
"...So everybody has a set list. I guess we're ready to go. See you back here in 15 for a final sound check?" she asks.
The man nods, and heads back into the office.
"Am I too early?" Louis asks.
"Not by much. We have downbeat in 30. How was your afternoon?"
"Uneventful. Yourself?"
"I had to set up the sound equipment. Things got interesting." Kitty said, with a self-deprecating eye roll.
"I'm sure you did just fine. Um, since you have a bit of time, would you like to grab a quick coffee, or something?"
"I'd love to. But -"
She holds up her Nalgene bottle and smiles awkwardly.
"What is that?" Louis asks with a grimace.
"Short answer: Hippie food. I decided to do this macrobiotic cleanse thing, to help my voice. So far, it seem like bullshit. Don't ask me what's in it. I don't even want to know."
"Oh. Sorry."
"I could really go for some fresh air though."
"I know just the place. Come with me."
Louis offers his arm. Kitty takes it, and they walk in step toward the elevators.