*lofts her drink approvingly (awwwww)* Smooth move, sir! Very smooth!
*hears the DJ's boisterous voice over the soundsystem, announcing the next act (the lovely, the sultry, the soon-to-be-missed-so-get-your-fill-while-you-can... Terra Firma!)* *flaps at you and nearly shrieks, bouncing in her chair and grabbing Georgia's hand* Ohmygod that's her! That's her! *as the lights dim to a downright violent shade of red and the rest of the club erupts in whistles and catcalls* WOOHOO! COME ON, BABY, SHAKE THAT THING!