1971. At a club with famous actress, Jenna Ortega..

"Oh shit- I thought I had my lighter.." Jenna mumbled as she fumbled around with her purse, a cigarette hanging from her mouth.

Suddenly, seven arms popped out of nowhere were by her sides and shoulders, holding lighters. They belonged to suitors for sure. They all clicked on simultaneously, the flame reflecting off of Jenna's black dress. She looked stunning with her short auburn hair that reached down to her shoulders, cute bangs that were swept to either side like curtains, and a smidge of dark eye makeup. Ravishing. One guy leaned down and lit her cigarette while still in her mouth.

"Gentlemen," she said, looking around at all the boys' and mens' faces all around her. "Its a sweet gesture but im not seeking for company." She said, blowing out an air of smoke. Comments started to roll in soon after, like a chain reaction.

"Anything for a sexy dame like you." One commented.

"So rude and ungrateful! I bet she's a gold digger." Another added.

"Do you have a daddy? If not, I'm all yours." Another voice came.

"Nice gams! Cash or check?" One said.

Jenna looked up as the guys continued to comment and tried to strike up a conversation with the actress, but something caught her eye. A woman, sipping her drink in a tight, white dress. She pulled the cigarette out of her mouth and handed it to a random guy by her, starting to get up. "Hold my cigarette, boys.." said Jenna.

"I'm going in."