Maggie - manager (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv37imEg461qzbn4do1_400.jpg) - Heading into the rest stop to satisfy her sweet tooth and extend a smokeable olive branch<br/><hr/><br/>Between a nice, warm shower and the most rigorous sex she ever had, sleep ought to have come easy, but it didn't. She lay listlessly in her bunk, staring at the ceiling through tired half lidded eyes. Every muscle was drained and weary, but not unpleasantly so. The fatigue was almost euphoric. For the first time since the band's wild ride began, Maggie felt at ease. If given the option, she'd have remained holed up there for weeks, but soon that desire was displaced by another when JD's southern drawl shouting back from the front.<br/><br/>Upon hearing those docile tones, Maggie sat abruptly upright, tendrils of damp hair whipping about her neck. After a brief wriggle into a pair of knee length board shorts and a tank top, Maggie emerged from her bunk with a folded paper bag in hand. The clapping of her foam flip flops carried her across the buss where, upon catching a glimpse of Rayne's abundant rack, her head snapped briskly in the other direction.<br/><br/>She scowled some when she realized JD had already abandoned the bus by the time she made it to the front. Maggie stuffed the bag under his seat and wandered out into the squint inducing fluorescent light of the rest stop. She shuffled to the slushy machine and filled a big gulp container with a cocktail of various flavors of her own design. Before she coughed up the change for the drink, she snagged a bag of strawberry twizlers and tossed them onto the counter.<br/><br/>She'd torn open the packaging and tugged lose a string of licorice by the time she'd spotted JD at the coffee station. Moving to his side, she gave him a light poke. "Hey, you got us out of a tight situation back there. Left a token of my appreciation under your seat." She smirked, twizler still dangling from her lips as she nodded back in the direction of the venue. Inside said present was her emergency stash: the best weed held just in case one of the band members came at her demanding something exceptional. With Rayne now on board, Maggie didn't feel as obliged to hold onto the stuff, and somehow she thought JD would be the most inclined to appreciate it. The driver's drug use, as mild as it might have been, had one been a point of contention between the two - in that Maggie had been anxious by it. Leaving the paper bag under his seat was the extension of the proverbial olive branch - an olive branch which if smoked, would get you very, very high.<br/><br/>She took a noisy slurp of her big gulp and was about to leave when something caught from the corner of her eye caused her smirk to broaden. She reached out and claimed a pair of aviator sunglasses similar to those of JD's and slid them over her nose.<br/><br/>"What do you think?" She grinned, offering a profile view as the $5 price tag fluttered around her bridge.