The club was smokey and full of passion. The music was just so perfect. People dancing, eating, drinking, and loving. The mood was just perfect. The lights merged and mixed, blue with pink. Everyone was always so close and so happy.

There was a raised stage in the back. There you were. Dancing and swaying, trying to be a star. You were up from 8 to 4. Your clothes were just tight enough to grab attention of the crowd. Everyone loved you.

Tony cleaned glasses and chatted up customers and poured drinks but would sometimes your gaze. He would blow you a single kiss, which would always make you giggle.

Tonight was like every other. You waltzed your way to the bar. Tony rested a single perfect elbow on the bar as he threw his rag over his shoulder.

“You look swell tonight, doll. You wouldn’t happen to be doin’ it for me, would ya?”