[color=8882be][h3]Lauren Negasi[/h3][/color]

Man, this crap was really killing her. While people like Gratia and Sangue burned through it, helping the fortune souls like Luke and Ben in their wakes, Lauren had long ago thrown the white flag, and sat up in her chair between Ben and Amy with her chin tucked down to her chest and music blaring in her ears. So one could imagine the shock evident on her face as she snapped to - surprisingly alert for someone who appeared so deeply unconscious - at the sound at the earthquake-esque bass of even louder music sending the windows rattling.

[color=8882be]"W-Whatthecrap...?" [/color]she asked, stifling a yawn. The action of holding in the last vestiges of her nap, somehow, seemed to wake her up even more; the procession of kids filing out to investigate was practically like caffeine. Ben was closer to Sangue, but...

[color=8882be]"C'mon, Desire!" Lauren vaulted over her table and wrapped her fingers around the Faunus girl's wrist. "Let's check this shit [i]ouuuut[/i]!"[/color]