If there was an escape from reality Boss had found it with his drugs. Much like the other band members there was an alloted stress for all of them. He tended to just push it aside, and live for the moment not caring whether he would wake up or not tomorrow. Toking away on his piece Boss drained what ever shred or reality was on the bus, and for a brief moment would be at peace. Boss had been smoking marijuanna for the longest time, probably since thirteen or something relatively close to that age. He packed another bowl, and again engulfed himself in the bitter sweet melody that was his vices.<br/><br/>Setting the bowl down beside him Boston closed his eyes and let the high take him. Feeling the light and nimbleness of his body, the escape had begun. Though it was short lived as he felt a body pressed to his. "What the fu...." He was about to tear who ever it was a new one, but when he saw that it was Maggie Boss smiled softly. Judging by the look on her face he could see that something was wrong. Still feeling the effect of the weed, Boss laid his head back down on his pillow and looked up to Maggie. "Something I can do for you?" His eye brow rose in a mischievous form.<br/><br/>One thing he liked about pot is that it made sex all the better, and with the way his body was tingling Maggie's body pressed against his only made matters worse. Boss had always had a sexual attraction to Maggie, but for reasons even he didn't understand he wouldn't approach her in that manner. This was a different situation though, he was under the influence. As much as he doesn't care sober, being under the influence only made his up front demeanor greatly increase. Absentmindedly Boss though barely able to move, grinded up against Maggie.<br/><br/>There was a great deal of frustration that would be building if Maggie stayed with him longer, but he enjoyed her presence so self control was necessary. That idea was nearly impossible though. "Everything okay Maggie?" Boss spoke softly as his hands roamed softly up her thighs. Coursed for her lower back Boss got a little frisky and gave her tush a small squeeze with both hands. Though he didn't stop he continued to move his hand to her hips, and held them lightly. Gritting his teeth Boss fought back the urge the grind against Maggie, "Maybe you could help me with something." Though not direct his words had sexual intentions written all over it.