“What a drag…” Orpheus grumbled, glancing around the speakeasy. It was loud in here, frustratingly so. He let out a sigh, shaking his head. He should’ve stayed home.

Amid his complaining, a swing of music began. He turned to the stage, just in time to see a group of dancers come out. One caught his eye, and soon enough, his interest was piqued.

He watched the show, his gaze lingering on you. You were a catch alright, with those good looks and moves. Maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all.