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Raisa’s feet were swinging to a tune currently looping its way through her head and her fingers were wrapped around the banister that she was perched upon. She saw Alex enter the room in front of her and cringed slightly. Though she adored Alex, as well as her daughter on the few occasions that they had been allowed to interact, she couldn’t help but feel that Alex would sometimes prefer to stab her in the face.

Maybe it was from the last time they toured and Raisa had broken in through Alex’s balcony door to wake her up at like 5am one day because she wanted someone to go with her to iHop and the doors to both of the guys’ rooms were locked.

The drummer opened her mouth to call out to the guitarist but Alex didn’t even look in her direction. Instead a phone was pulled out and a litany of emotions crossed over the guitarists features.

Must mean she was talking to Helen.

That little girl was the only one that made Alex look practically soft and mushy with that odd smile curving her lips and Raisa was pretty sure that Helen’s father was the only one that could cause that quick snarling countenance that flashed over her face at random moments.

So, Raisa stayed silent which was a miracle in and of itself until Alex suddenly lifted her head and spotted her. The redhead’s arms windmilled and she debated whether or not she should take off for her own balcony or stand her ground though she wasn’t given much of a choice. Alex hung up her cell and came to the door, pushing it open with a, “Making yourself at home, I see”.

She forced a smile which probably came across rather creepily as she inclined her head towards the cell phone that Alex had just tucked away into her pocket.

“Helen?”

A brief silence lapsed before Raisa picked up the conversation again.

“You can always tell when you’re on the phone with her. The love shows on your face. I’ve never seen you so happy as when you’re either about to spend the weekend with her or when you’re talking to her. She’s lucky to have you for a mom.”

Another smile exchanged places with the current creeper smile, one that was softer around the edges and showed the honesty in her words… But like all topics of conversation, this one was short-lived as the drummer skipped to a related one, then to a brand new one with ease.

“Next time you talk to her, tell her I’m collecting those t-shirts for her like she asked! She’ll be the only kid with a full collection of Hard Rock tees anymore. Do people still collect those?”

Her head tilted to one side and she shrugged, pushing herself off of the railing as she wrapped Alex in a quick hug and then climbed upon the balcony’s banister so she could jump back over to hers. Because, y’know, using the door to Alex’s room would take way too damn long and wasn’t as sarcastically easy as this route was.

“Cards! Come play cards! I have some moonshine and a full deck. We can play poker!”

And with that, Raisa disappeared into her room and walked through to her front door, popping it open in case anyone actually decided to take her up on the offer.

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Edei was one of the people that was crazy enough to take Crazy McRedhead up on the offer to gamble but first, she wanted to drop her stuff off in her own room and perhaps raid the minibar. Shit in the minibar was usually super expensive but she had a credit card, right? Surely this would count as some sort of business expense. They were practically stars by now.

As they stood waiting for the elevator, Craig inquired, "So. Care to tell me why you need so many bags, m'lady?" and Edei grinned at his choice of phrasing.

“Well, good sir. That one,” she pointed towards the lighter bag that he carried, “Is my pillow, yoga pants and a tank. Basically if I’m ever too sleepy to care, that would be the one bag I would grab on my way in to a hotel.”

The elevator door slid open and she slipped inside, whistling for anyone else that wanted in before they ascended to their floor and then she gestured to the messenger bag that was strapped around her torso. “This one… is embarrassing. It’s an old school NES. You remember those? Like Super Mario Brothers and such? Yeaaah. I figured I would need something to entertain me at times.”

“Then the other just has the rest of my crap. Clothing, make up, shampoo, etc. I’m a girl, y’know. I have to have a lot of luggage.”

She snickered to herself and exited the elevator once it rolled up to their floor, taking her keycard from her pocket so she could recall what room she was in.