<strong>Davis &amp; Rayne</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107058.msg4713728#msg4713728">Quote from: GreenEyes on 30-05-2011, 17:31:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Smiling as he stepped closer, Rayne enjoyed the proximity the rocker before her had chosen. She could feel the heat come off him in waves, still trying to cool his body from the show. Licking her lips as her eyes lazily wandered over the chest before returning to his face. “I know a few way, but how does  smart guy like you need help from me?” reaching out she wiped off some sweat making its way down his chest, her hands almost trembled as she touch the music god before her.<br/><br/>This was what she loved about working bands, the different people and energies she met. Rayne fed off the soul and power these people invoked, and the pleasure they produced in many ways. She was hoping once Davis got amped up he’d reward her for her help, maybe reward her over and over.<br/><br/> Rayne grinned as he took the bag from her; turning back to the safe she shut it before he could make a move for more. She was sure he’d want more, but she had to keep a tab, didn’t want David OD’d before the tour even got under way. He was right about one thing though, they may all die tonight the way JD was driving this mini hotel on wheel.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/>They were being very careful about Davis and his drug habits, but Davis himself was oblivious to it.  His appetite for destruction might have been worrisome, but it only came about when he was bored.  And at this moment, Davis was anything but bored.  He had a bag of coke in his hand and a gorgeous girl running her finger down his chest.  It was the next best thing to being on stage.<br/><br/>"Maybe I'm not as smart as you think," Davis joked back.  He put a hand on each of Rayne's shoulders and walked her backwards until her ass hit the safe door she had just closed.  Coke still gripped in his hand, he pressed his body against hers, grinding his lips lightly.  "So tell me, Rayne, are you a shy girl or a wild girl?" he asked as his hands got busy behind her, breaking the package open on top of the safe.  His eyes were on hers, her body caught between his arms, between his hips and the safe.<br/><br/>Getting the coke loose, he took his eyes off her, glancing around and yelling back into the main area. "Where's the fucking mirror and the tooter!?  Where's the fucking tools of the trade?"