Sapphire: WOO! I-I like, fucking love, LOVE this song.

Sapphire exclaims to no one in particular, drunk out of her mind. She's 7 margaritas down and has no care in the world, thankfully she's off work for a good bit. Throwing her hands up in the air, almost spilling her drink, and throwing her body from side to side while somewhat jumping. the lights flashing over her dark ebony skin, dark enough that without the lights you could even see blue undertones. Although her large Afro blocks most of the light from showing said skin, or getting into her brown/green eyes. She's not wearing anything special, just a white hoodie and black shorts with some white Adidas. She pauses her dancing to take a sip of her new and 8th margarita, almost falling over.