Safiya getting stoned.

Much to Remi's chagrin, and not at all to her surprise, Safiya was not actually working. Her coworker had settled down in a pile of laundry, apparently the only load she had collected for the day, and was lying back in it with a smoking blunt between her fingers. The air in the laundry room was thick with the smell of weed and its smoke, and not one of the laundry machines were running. All Remi was wondering now was how long it had taken Safiya to decide that she had earned a break as well as a blunt during working hours. To her credit, Safiya was actually wearing her uniform, but she had skipped out on the stockings today and was wearing her wavy dark brown hair down in contravention of the company's rules for maids' uniforms.

As Remi pushed the very full laundry cart through the door, she raised a single, delicately cared for black eyebrow. "Why am I not surprised to find you here?" she said.

Safiya laughed and coughed both at the same time. She took another hit from her blunt and breathed out the smoke into the air before responding. "Probably because I get high and fuck around every day," she said, far too casually for Remi's liking. There was a certain charm to the way she said it, though, and Remi couldn't help but laugh.

"And yet every time the screw up I'm the one who ends up getting in trouble," Remi said, shaking her head. She began to load the machines, not looking at Safiya as if that was some as-yet-undiscovered way to turn the other woman into a productive worker.

"No shit you're the one who gets in trouble," Safiya laughed. "You don't have my natural charisma."

"I think it's actually that you don't have my sense of shame," Remi said. She emptied the last of the bin into the machines, ran down the row starting each one, and then turned back to Safiya with her hands on her hips. "How much of your side did you get done, anyway?"

Safiya scoffed. "What do you think?" she said. Looking closely, the stoner's golden eyes were already starting to go bloodshot. "I did about one floor, and that was a half hour ago."

"Why do I let you do this to me? Every day, I swear it's the same," Remi said.

"Well, if it's the same reason that guys do whatever I want, then it's because you want this puss-ay," Safiya said, pointing at her lips with a dirty, mocking look on her face. The lazier maid collapsed into a fit of laughter, unable to keep up her horrible display.

That particular comment sent a shiver down Remi's spine, and she refused to answer, preferring to look at a map of the ship not far from where Safiya had splayed herself out on the big pile of unwashed laundry. Remi's section had already mostly been collected, but if Safiya was to be believed, then there were still seven out of eight floors on the other wing that had yet to have their laundry picked up. They wouldn't be happy that it hadn't happened at the right time, and Safiya knew from past experience that they would soon start ranting about it to anyone who might hear... especially other staff members. And that would get the both of them into hot water with 'the brass,' even if only Safiya's section had gone uncollected. And somehow Safiya always weaseled out of trouble.