Alexandra snorted, hearing a pounding on a door. Her door or someone else's? "I'd much rather listen to this than a million sex moans." She hissed, opened the door as she said it to see if it was her own or a neighbor's door. Her accent was much affected by her Russian decent and her hair was once more in a sloppy bun, illuminated by her dress. Her face was flattened from it's usual perky, smiling manner into a much rather annoyed fashion, but to be polite to whoever she had a possibility of facing, she relaxed, no emotion registering. College, in Alexandra's books, was made up of total parties, drinking, and sleeping with people you wont remember in the morning. *And now someone was complaining about loud music? Rather ironic.* She thought, laughing a little at the thought.