In a casino you regularly visit in downtown New York, there was a man you always say who never failed to catch your eye. Rumors say he always shows up at midnight exact, and he loves having a good time. Mama always said don't poking around with boys who are no good for you, but what issue was it to live a little fun, especially during the hours of sleep. You showed up to the casino and followed him into the club hall. A big neon dance floor and loud thumping music and sounds of people filling the room. In the middle of the crowd his eyes met yours, and you knew what he was here for. “My oh my, weren't you ever taught to keep your eyes to yourself?”