Xiomara had this Friday off which happened to pair up with the Irvingly Arms event that happened during the first Friday of every month. A night of dancing and refreshment sounded like a great time to the brunette. She had also agreed to sing a couple of songs and had a grand, old time performing.

She was done now though and quite ready to dance. She stepped off the stage and headed towards the refreshments. A drink and then she would see if anyone was willing to dance was what her current thoughts were.