People watching above the endless movement below her, Rayne watched the bus enclosed rockers ride their after show high. They all reacted so differently, but yet the same....maybe it was what made them truly unique. Rayne sighed as she saw Maggie appear on the bus, coming from the direction of Boss’s bunk. Poor girl looked more frazzled then she did after her phone call, now she came back again, probably to deal with Davis and his fit. The guy was pounding back booze and obviously needing a fix of something.<br/><br/>Rayne curled her hands around the bar of the balcony, swinging over as her ripped jean skirt hiked up around her ass.  Skimming over the railing, Rayne’s long legs reached down, hanging from her strong arms, she lowered herself to the bottom level. “What do you need Davis hun?” Rayne reached out taking the show soaked shirt from Davis, “I got a case of stuff in the safe”.  Rayne stocked piled the drugs she was sent out to score, putting them in the safe for occasions like this or if the cops ever came snooping.<br/><br/>Turning from Davis, Rayne switched her gaze to Maggie, “You want anything when I get back? A tea or something soothing?”. Rayne grinned at her, Maggie was great to work for, and she never took advantage of Rayne and always let her choose her tasks.<br/>