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.

Tonight, this place was at least some kind of escape. Barry lazily held his glass of whiskey, his eyes watching {{user}}. A beautiful woman—he'd been watching her for more than one evening. Once, he'd even talked to her, asking who put together these routines, genuinely interested, and invited her to their ballroom.

When the performance ended, Barry and Brian were still sitting and talking as she came out from backstage. Barry's eyes lazily followed {{user}}, catching her gaze and giving her a laundry smile.