[Outside Aiayla's room]<br/><br/>Maddy's lips curl in to deep, satisfied smile. Her hangover still bothersome,but well....this helped.  She crosses her arms, beaming as the door slips shut in front of her face. It wasn't the first time a door was shut on her, and it sure as fuck wasn't the worst.<span style="color: olive">"Aiayla..." </span>she repeats the name trying to make a mental note.<br/><br/>She takes a step back runs her hand through her short cropped blonde locks and looks around the empty hallway. For a moment ,she's smirking a bit too much to remember what it was she had set out to do.  When she stares down the hall way her smile fades back to its typical 'fucking pissed at the world' status.  She rolls her shoulders and walks back down the hallway to her room . She slides the door open and kneels in front of the foot locker where she had stashed her stims.  She pulls a small plastic case out from the footlocker, popping the seal with a -hiss-, she grabs a handful of the needles,and one by one pulls them to her eyes for inspection.    Painkiller...painkiller....painkiller....sexual stimulant (She'd hold o to that one.) , and painkiller.<br/><br/>5 days worth of feeling functional, and not hung out.   This wasn't going to work.  There -had- to be some good shit someplace on the ship.<br/><br/><br/>She grabs the least powerful stim, and puts the rest back.  She extends her left arm, and injects the stim like a professional.  Her eyes roll back in her head and she slumps back into the bed. The same dopey grin she had saved for Aiayla plasterd on her lips.<br/><br/><br/>That cyborg....she'd be fun to break.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>