Madie walked into the speakeasy staying close behind Roxy, nearly holding her hand, with her dangling beads swaying as they searched for a seat, nearly swaying in time with the live jazz being performed. And why not? Her hips were already moving in time with the lively beat, the fringe of her short black dress creating its own dance as the excitement of their arrival permeated the air. Well, maybe the other patrons were not excited about two more young and rebellious flappers entering the crowded room, but Madie was excited enough for at least ten of them, so it was all good.<br/><br/>"This place is the Bee's Knees," she said excitedly into Roxy's right ear, likely a touch too loud for comfort, but she wanted to be sure her roommate heard her. Madie had been to some dives before, and certainly nothing this extravagant. It must have been run by a mob family to afford the live music and food service, which were only available in the larger, better connected clubs. As a waiter went by carrying a tray, Madie sniffed the air and ogled the food. "They have steak," she whispered loudly into Roxy's ear, pressing her perky breasts into the slightly older woman's back. They'd eaten dinner before leaving home and she was full, but damn that meat was tempting, just the aroma alone had her nearly salivating for it. "Did you find our seats yet?" she asked curiously while looking around at the various tables in the smoke-filled room, ripe with the scent of bootlegged alcohol. She could use a rest for her toes that were nestled inside spiked-heeled shoes.