Madie danced with the beat of the music, unable to contain the energy ready to burst from inside her, and Roxy playing with her ass, even discretely, was only adding fuel to flame. Soon Madie's breasts were bouncing with her fringe flailing around her, as if her dress were dancing with her. She saw the waitress approach them and paid her little attention. The only woman she was interested in was Roxy, the rest could take a powder, or not even bother to approach her to begin with. Besides, Roxy knew she'd drink whatever was ordered. She wasn't fussy. One couldn't be these days when liquor was outlawed. As long as it didn't taste like turpentine, Madie would drink it.<br/><br/>"Carmine Russo?" Madie said, her body abruptly stilling as she heard the name. Then it hit her that Roxy was about to turn down his offer of a nibble. She stepped in front of Roxy, looking curiously at the waitress. "Of the Russo family?" she asked and felt her throat go dry as the waitress smiled and nodded. She turned back to Roxy and took hold of her hand. "He's the youngest son of Don Russo," she said, as if Roxy should know better than to yank his chain. She glanced over at the bar, her eyes following the waitress's hand as she indicated who he was. "He's gorgeous, Roxy." She took hold of her hand, an unusually brave move for her. "We'd be delighted to join him," Madie told the waitress and then followed her, dragging Roxy along with her for a change. Some days, Madie could just about pop her.