Maggie<br/>---------<br/><br/>Tonight had been a peculiar night of firsts: First<em>real</em>orgasm at the hands of someone other then herself. first time being humiliated after sex, first time taking an aggressive stance against someone who'd wronged her, and now, if she wasn't mistaken, first time having someone declare a deep unspoken affection for her. She remained motionless and silent where Boston had kissed her, even after he'd left the shower. Something of a giddy school girl smile spread across her features when he'd returned to the bathroom, though that quickly fell at the familiar sound of a coke filled snort. Few happy stories she could think of ended with a line - though maybe she was being a little foolish in looking for one on the back of a tour bus.<br/><br/>Ah well, at least Boston had removed her from any responsibility when it came to his pushing her away. The drummer likely had no idea how much of a boon that was. Maggie would have been haunted by that mystery for years, constantly playing over their encounter, trying to pick out where it had all gone wrong. She'd have likely fixated on the fact he hadn't came... and that might still bother her some.<br/><br/>She scoffed at herself as she slunk out of her damp clothes and into a warm, welcomed shower. She emerged feeling cleaner then she ever had. Rather then slink back into the clothes that were still saturated with the many odors of the day, she wrapped herself in a towel and with wet tendrils of hair dangling about her shoulders and her clothes held tightly to her chest, made a b-line for her bunk.<br/><br/>She emerged from the bathroom after Davis' outburst, without hearing his demands. Ignorance is bliss. Though in an obvious hurry to slip behind her curtain, she shot Boston a bit of a dorky smile before doing so.