A/N: After writing Wash's memories, I had this unshakable thought that South wasn't totally the victim in the situation. That the women of the Freelancer project were all very competitive, very aggressive, and willing to do whatever was necessary to hold power over the others. So, just a little drabble to hint at the other side of the situation. Thanks to my Church for looking this over and for title (he's so good at that). And still don't own RvB. I has a sad.
South slipped out of Maine's quarters and barely managed not to yelp in surprise when she caught sight of CT leaning against the far side of the door jam. Recovering quickly, the brunette woman smiled smugly. "Oops, looks like I wore him out already."
CT just stared at her, condescending and unimpressed. "Don't flatter yourself little girl. You don't have what it takes to knock a man out for the night.."
"Crown Royal helps." South smirked.
"You think that's clever, don't you?" CT tossed her recently bleached hair over one shoulder as she stepped towards her comrade. "And here I thought the brave and gallant Agent Washington was enough to keep you satisfied."
"I'm never satisfied." South shot back.
Opening the heavy door, CT looked in on the unconscious Maine. Stepping inside the dark room, the well-endowed woman paused to look back and deliver her parting stab. "That's funny. That's exactly what your brother said."
The door closed quietly, leaving South seething alone in the hallway.