"It is, isn't it?" Iglesias grinned.
"It's the girl in the red dress," Arturo simpered.
"I can't lie, you've got good choice bro," Iglesias commented coyly, scratching his neck as he bit his finger.
"Fuck going home, we might as well go clubbing while we're here," I declared, and without wasting any time, I began striding towards the club entrance.
I wasn't going to miss this opportunity to speak to her, or maybe even watch her dance. I never had Sapphire down as a girl who went clubbing. She seemed so closed off and reserved.
Arturo cracked up with laughter, and Iglesias did the same.
"It's gonna be entertaining watching him make a fucking fool of himself," said Iglesias, as they ran after me.