Davis & Rayne & Maggie<br/><br/>Davis was distracted by the long pair of legs hanging down from the balcony, even before Rayne started to speak.  He watched them slide down, followed by the rest of her, like it was happening in slow motion.  Just as slow as the smile that spread across his face.  Pearly whites gleaming Davis let her take the shirt, taking her all in like a long drink.<br/><br/>"A beautiful girl who takes my laundry and brings me my drugs?  Maybe I died back there on stage and didn't even realize it."  Davis walked slowly towards the woman, in a slight arc, circling her like a lion.  "What I want is something from your little safe, something that's going to bring me up, not down, something that's going to keep me up all night, because I have some thoughts about what I'm going to be doing."  He had to give someone props, the crew they'd put together was as good looking as the groupies.  God, Davis loved being a rock star sometimes.<br/><br/>"And better bring Maggie the black tea.  I know she doesn't want to miss a thing while Davis is up and at 'em."