The night began with a volley, “OHMYGODYOUARESOCUTE, NOYOUARESOCUTE,” punctuated with a few “I know, right?” We stopped at the corner store and did the most flapper thing we could think of, we bought a bottle of gin to smuggle into the party. Not that they weren’t serving drinks, but we were going for authenticity. Naturally, the joint got raided, and we were picked up by the fuzz.
Since we’re way too pretty for jail, we quickly negotiated our release, and waved goodbye to our new policeman friends.
We danced the night away, with men named Raphael and Otto.
By the time it was over, we both agreed it was one of the best nights of our lives.