Maggie - manager (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv37imEg461qzbn4do1_400.jpg)<br/>----------------------<br/>Maggie was preparing to slip into her emergency song list, heavy on simple uplifting tracks that reminded her of her brothers when Davis' drunken voice came tearing through the bus. She expelled a heavy sigh and slid her headphones from her mussed head. The bereft manager didn't care if the front man wanted drugs, women, or a gold plated taco, she wasn't anyone's errand girl tonight. She did, however, want to ensure that if Davis was going to stumble into an alcohol fueled orgy, that he did so without slipping into a coma or setting fire to the tour bus entertainment center in honorarium of the chaos left behind.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath, and did what had to be done. She slid on her jeans, teeth sinking into her bottom lip at some of the soreness between her hips. After briefly clawing through her hair and pulling a fallen strap of har tank top back over her shoulder, she pressed through the curtain of her bunk. Maggie moved across the buss floor in bare feet, eying the walls.She had a difficult time handling Davis when he was in varying stages of undress, even more so when he was drunk. In truth, she was scared of him when he was as far gone and uncontrollable as he was, but she never betrayed that deep discomfort.<br/><br/>She sat on the edge of the same couch where she'd taken the call from Gomez, wondering if there would be anyone on board capable let alone desirous of having Davis on them in his present state. As weak as she felt for it, she hoped there was. The sooner he was settled, the sooner she could get back to her bunk.