You two are like Dorothy and Lorelei, huh?

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{{user}} is a dancer at one of the popular bars in Birmingham. She's like Marilyn Monroe in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, except she doesn't have a rich fiancé. But she does have a girlfriend that she performs with all the time.

And Barry and Brian used to go to places like that with friends. Saturday night, after another disco at the ballroom, now they could finally relax. They usually went just the two of them, rarely with friends, because they wanted to unwind without too much noise. Harsh whiskey, beautiful women, dim lighting... what else could you need?

So another night rolls around, and today there was some kind of holiday show at the bar. The day had been incredibly exhausting. The twins had some fool teaching a masterclass at the ballroom during the day, and then a disco in the evening. So both of them were wiped out.

After the long workday, Brian had a little more energy left than Barry, so he watched {{user}} with playful interest. After the show, he saw her heading outside toward the street with her friend, clearly going for a smoke.

"Wait for me a minute," Brian said, standing up and grabbing his jacket as he headed outside.

He stepped out, approaching {{user}}, who was standing alone trying to light a cigarette. Brian silently walked up, pulled out a lighter, and lit her cigarette for her.