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Nov 5, 2011

Wet's VS. Dry's

{Third Person}

{Influenced by the 1920's Prohibition law.}

Kayla examined the decrepit run-down building that she was standing in front of.

The stones on the wall were chipped and grimy with age, the single window on the wall was covered from the inside by a coat of black paint.

The building was located on a deserted street in Harrisburg, parallel with a shadowy and mysterious alley. There was not a single street light along the path of cement. across the road was a smoke shop; it's neon signs flickering in the windows.

Tom placed a solid black fedora upon his head, positioning it in a specific spot.

"Ladies first." he said, gesturing to towards the large wooden door of the building.

Kayla was silent. The appearance of the area she was in made her feel uncomfortable; as if she believed at any moment she would be robbed. Although, she had nothing of value other than the engagement ring on her finger and the seven caret earrings in her lobes.

Tom pulled on the handle of the door, presenting Kayla with the inside of the building. As Kayla stepped inside the building, she realized that- unlike the streets- the room was full of life. Resonant jazz echoed through the amplifier as the saxophone player preformed a solo. Before the stage was a dance floor, where several couples twirled and swept across the floor.

Every person with in the room had a smile upon their face and a soulful laugh bursting out of their mouth.

The men were dressed in suits, some wore hats while others had their hair slightly combed back. The women wore vivid flowing dressed with extraordinary patterns. Some wore long, thick fur coats. Many women- including Kayla- wore a matching feather in their hair. Some women hid behind their printed fans while other enjoyed their night by dancing or having men buy their drinks. Upstairs was a balcony that overlooked Harrisburg. The rooms aroma was strong with liquor and smoke from cheap cigars. There was a light smoke fog around the room.

As Tom and Kayla made their way thought the dancing crowd towards the bar, they received several friendly nods from strangers.

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