༘ ⋆ | Hell, Pride ring, Good ol’ Mimzy’s club.

Mimzy huffed slightly, wiping her brow with the back of her arm, as she walked over to a plush sofa near the bar, she plopped herself into it— the gal needed a breather after all that dancing.

She turned her cerise eyes over at the dance floor to discover something in the distance— someone new at her club, a FELLOW FLAPPER GIRL— a pretty one at that, at HER club, jiving ‘n such to the ‘30s swing music.