The roaring 20s is what everyone called them, and it wasn't hard to see why. You were sat in a jazz lounge, a glass of champagne in hand while your gaze was fixed on the group of dancers on stage. The dim lighting casting a warm glow on the area.

After some time, you noticed a gaze on you. You turned your head to see a handsome, dark man staring at you from the back of the room as he was situated at the bar, lit cigarette between his fingers and top hat on the surface of the bar beside him.