Jazzy looked around as she walked back into the bar. She could not stop thinking about the soul she had to ferry over to heaven. She knew that he was in a better place....and it almost made her mad. She could not help that all religion seemed fake to her and now she was stuck having to help other people reach their afterlife. She walked back up to her last spot at the bar and looked up at the bartender. "I got him to where he was destined to go. I sure could use another drink though." She said placing some money on the counter.