upon seeing the female recording she looked in the direction of the camera, singing to the music along with some hand movements and a small laugh at the end. “Thank God, I might have just screamed if they ain’t have it. I couldn’t imagine having a night without getting wild up in here.”

“You’re right about that. By the end of the night shit should turn into the jungle.” she chuckled, turning her attention back towards the bartender and ordering her drink. “They should have some bomb ass wings around, but if those wings don’t slap somebody must get slapped.”