Maggie & Rayne & Davis.<br/><br/><em>A beautiful girl who takes my laundry and brings me my drugs</em>. Maggie rolled her eyes inwardly, stealing glances at Rayne's cut off jeans. Maybe that's why Boss had ejected her from his bunk. In the fabled wizened of Joan Rivers: no man ever stuck his hand up a woman's skirt looking for a library card. The worst part of Rayne's apparent perfection was that Maggie couldn't even hold any bitterness or jealousy toward her. The girl was too damn nice.<br/><br/>Her heart sank at the details of Davis' drug request, and she noticeably deflated. The manager smiled wearily in Rayne's direction, nodding her confirmation that Davis' order on her behalf would do. She had plans to head to bed, but apparently those would need to be postponed.<br/><br/>"You know me so well." She mused in a sigh, leaning forward to rest her elbow against her knee, and her cheek against her palm. She looked up to Davis, giving a slow shake of her head.