Maggie - manager (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv37imEg461qzbn4do1_400.jpg)<br/>----------------------<br/><br/>"Yeah. No worries. I'm fine." She lied, rolling so that she fell square against his chest. One arm snaked around him so that it lay against his ribs. Her face found the cranny between his shoulder and neck, and she hid there: from the fire, Walter, Davis, Mr Gomez and the veritable army of lawyers and press reps she'd have to deal with in the not so distant morning. She breathed him in, not caring that he smelled both heavily of pot and man sweat. In having spent enough time around the band, the once unpleasant odors had blended into something comfortable and familiar. "I just need a minute." Her face buried a little deeper, muffling her voice. "No five - fifteen. Fifteen minutes, and then I'll go." God. Listen to her. She was even scheduling the time she required to recover from a near slide into depression.<br/><br/>Why she'd chose Boston to lean on -literally- while on her precarious edge was something of a mystery to her. They were likely the most diverging personalities the bus had to offer. He'd even used her for drugs, but she'd never felt small in his presence - well figuratively anyways. The drummer loomed over her in the literal sense. Regardless, whether Boston cared for her in some way, or whether she'd deluded herself into thinking he did, he was the first and only person on top of which she could imagine coming undone.<br/><br/>Her moping was interrupted by the sensation of his hard hands snaking up her jeans. She didn't think much of the roaming touch until the firm grip of her backside and grind of his hips. She was met with the simultaneous impulses to gasp and laugh. She did both, the sound colliding in a soft, startled clash.<em>It's just the pot making him a little... playful.</em>She told herself, though she could already feel her face warm with a generous blush. Her brow furrowed in curiosity at his request. There was no denying the distinctly dirty quality to his words, but if she didn't ask the question would plague her for ever. Her face lifted, coming to hover over his as her hair fell along either side of his tattooed throat.<br/><br/>"With what?" She asked, eyes darting over his features. Though her expression and tone were relatively calm, her heart thundered against his chest.<br/>