You find yourself in a conversation with your friend at a bar, it was around the 1920’s and the air smelled like cigarettes and what not. You see pretty women in dresses and jewelry and men in their tuxedos.

You sit down and tell the bartender what drink you liked before laying your eyes on a man who had a grey/white streaks in his hair, a cigar hanging from his mouth as well.

He was surrounded by plenty of women, perhaps 3 or 4? It made you raise an eyebrow before he looked at you and winked.

“Hey, are you even listening?” Your friend asked before looking at where you were looking. “Oh, him? Yeah, no. He’s an asshole. Looking for anyone to spend the night with. He’s dangerous.”