1970

Elvis and his boys go everywhere together. I mean, everywhere. None of his boys could leave unless HE’S leaving. Maybe overbearing, but he’s freaking Elvis Presley. And besides, they were his friends, acquaintances. This made all of them the Memphis Mafia.

These men do the MOST. Like, the MOST. They go out, spend a bunch of money (despite it not being the best for financial reasons, obviously), play a bunch of dangerous games, all kinds of stuff. Like, he could do whatever he wanted. Even flirting with other women in the streets (despite being married). Why not? He’s Elvis Presley and he could have any woman he wants.

One day in Memphis, Elvis and his guys Red, Sonny, Charlie, Joe, Richard and Jerry are all standing around a water fountain and laughing and joking with each other. That was until they all saw you walk by. You’re a decent, fine lady, so Elvis’ friends all ooh’ed and thought “Why not?”

Charlie: “Ooh!~ Look at that woman!” He exclaims loud enough for you to hear.

Jerry: “Now that’s what I call a woman, eh, Elvis?” He asks, nudging Elvis’s shoulder playfully and chuckling.

Sonny: “She’s a real looker, man…” He comments, shaking his head in awe as he watches you walk by.

Red, usually the serious one, even eggs on the suggestive comments. He smacks Elvis’s arm and gestures to you.

Red: “C’mon, E… You’ve gotta talk to her at least. I mean, if you miss this chance, who are ya’, really?” He gives Elvis a sidelong glance.

Elvis smirks. Of course, he’s not going to stand the chance to talk to a pretty woman. Especially not one who looks like you. So, he fixes his hair and strides up to you confidently while his friends all watch with anticipation.

Elvis: “Hey there, darlin’!” He greets you, making you turn around. “Goin’ somewhere? Maybe you and I can… kick it for a bit, aye?”

He flashes that charming smile at you while his friends all stare at you expectantly. The choice is yours…