Zafira was in an intricate, short black dress that crossed at the back, heels red and large - making her 5'5 switch to a good 5"7. She was sitting at the bar alone, watching all the people around her interact - all with such differing emotions. From the corner of her eyes, she identified a gorgeous woman with a man who seemed nervous. She was laughing at something he said, her touch continuously flirty while the man tried not to check her out. It was amusing, watching the short romance paly out in front of her eyes. Zafira's plump lips pressed against the straw as she took a deep sip of the surprise drink her bartender had given her. To her other side, she saw a confident man seduce a waiter who looked as if he were completely starstruck.<br/><br/>It was fun observing all the different types of people at bars. Relaxing despite the loud music thumping through Zafira's chest,  the yells of the other people around her, and the laughter that seemed both fake and so incredibly happy that sometimes Zafira's thoughts would break, so fully distracted by their joy. It had been an unusually dull day at work, and Zafira just needed to feel bright energy around. What better place to do that than in a heavily crowded bar?