[center][h2][color=6ecff6]Alejandra Jones[/color][/h2][/center]


[color=92278f]"This music is really nice... I'm not usually one for your tastes, Jarv, but admittedly this one isn't so bad." [/color]

    [color=6ecff6]"It hits the tension,"[/color] she commented. However, she really wasn't so fond of it's category. The lady took a sip from her glass cup, the cold, sweet taste entering her mouth. Whenever her mind had not been entertained, she resorted to a drink that her recalled memories shared. [i]Black Russian[/i], she eyed at the dark color of the coffee mix, a tiny smile creeping her face as the tint was ever so pretty. [i]Didn't think we had vodka here, though[/i] 

[color=708090]"Whoooo! Nice shot!"[/color]- he bursted while clapping harder than necessary.

   Alejandra narrowed her eyes in Jonathan’s direction. His manner isn’t any more pleasant as his speech. Arrogant and obnoxious. She looked off to the "eyes" of the monitor, taking yet another sip of her drink.

   [i]If you aren’t watching carefully, the performance will be messed up[/i], a memory of what her dear instructor would say. And there was “Nick” snoozing off without a care as the target is yet to be within range.  [color=6ecff6] “Dios mio,” [/color] she murmured with a sigh.  Before she could notice, it had became a habit of watching over the others as they took over, whether she had liked them or not.

[color=708090]"What the fuck is taking him so long. Isn't he supposed to be finished already?"[/color]

[i] For example…[/i] [color=6ecff6]“Apparently,”[/color] Alejandra suddenly spoke. [color=6ecff6]“Your outbursts are still continuous. Shouldn’t you be finished already?”[/color]

Alejandra took another sip, realizing the now emptiness of the cup. She held it out, waiting for Jervis, [color=6ecff6]“[i]Otro[/i].”[/color]