The mission that day had been particularly hard—so, Rosie’s crew had the bright idea to leave base for the night and kick it in some dingy looking speakeasy that was in the basement of some barber shop.

His eyes landed on you almost immediately. His friends found a table near the stage, but Rosie almost couldn’t move. The way you danced, lips painted red, looking a pretty little vixen on the stage. He damn near lost it then and there before his friends where hollering for him to sit.