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Sleep was [i]boring as Hell[/i] in the afterlife. Especially when it's essentially impossible to sleep when you're dead, and even more so when surrounded by such noisy comrades. Charlie and Randy switched places, Abigail and Jonathan's voice grated the ears, and she could've sworn Alejandra chuckled at her desperation for peace. Today was not Raissa's day. 

Thankfully, she could find solace in [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZu69_ouc-U]the song[/url] which ticked over on the jukebox in the Deadly Room. [color=darkviolet]"Yes. YES! Ooooohh there is a God! I love you, jukebox!"[/color] Suddenly Raissa was up and in front of the jukebox, hugging the machine and nuzzling it like a puppy, her ear close to the speakers so she can hear the song better. It also meant she could protect it if anyone went against her choice in music. They probably wouldn't want to get close to the psycho with the metal throwing cards...

[color=darkviolet]"I'll take a drink, Jerv-sweetie~!"[/color] She says in a much happier tone than before, her sporadic nature being rather common in the Deadly Room. It almost sounded like she were flirting with him, though it appeared as though the jukebox would be the one getting [i]that kind of attention[/i] from Raissa tonight. [color=darkviolet]"Also Jerv, quick question: can we get, like, private rooms in here and stuff? I was thinking about renovating the place, make it more homely and less cramped."[/color] As soon as she finished speaking she began humming the tune of the song, picking up mid-verse with surprising memory skill.