The 1920s a lively time, the fashion, the dancing and music. At a speak easy, jazz echoed through the night outside but inside, occupations jived to the rhythms and tunes. Frankie Dovenbell a real dame of the time, fun loving and could dance circles around any pro, she swooped into the place like she owned it. All eyes on her, just how she liked it, dressed in her white flapper adorned with pearls, her brunette strands atop her head in curls. As she sipped her drink a fella caught her eye, a real dapper guy. She approached his table and flashed him a smile, he took notice and returned the gesture. "Why you sittin' all alone?" Frankie asked. "Who says I'm alone?" he asked. "Well you ain't no more." She giggled. "Suppose I'm not." he replied.

When the band slowed down, the mood changed. Frankie extended her hand, "Dance with me, won't you?" Frankie asked.

His icy eyes seemed to warm up when she asked, he took her hand and she lead him to the dance floor. "I'm not that good of a dancer." he said.

"You're doing just fine to me." she said.

"Thanks." he said.

"What's your name?" He asked her.

"Frankie." she said.

"Just Frankie?" he asked.

"Just Frankie, what they call you. Tall, blonde and handsome?" She joked.

"I get that sometimes. Eric." he smiled.

"Just Eric?" she asked.

"Just Eric." he replied.

"Well, just Eric. You are possibly the best dance partner I've ever had." she said.

"You live enough life times, your bound to find another, probably better than me." he told her.

"Why are you so down on yourself? Did some gal hurt you?" She asked.

"No gal, just reality." he said.

"Can we step out of reality for the moment, in a neverending fantasy. Where you're a the fantastic dancer and I'm.. as happy as I appear to be."

Eric smiled and spun her around, Frankie beamed as they danced through til the bands music ended. They stopped for a moment, Eric graced Frankie's face, he turned to the band and glamoured them to keep playing. Frankie was surprised they did as he told them. "How did you do that?" she asked, Eric pulled her closer.

"Persuasive glare." he answered.

"Persuasive Glare? That's quite a skill, could you teach me?" she asked.

"Takes years of practice, besides I can't teach you something you already possess. You got me out here on this dance floor, didn't you?" he said, spinning her around. His lips met hers as she came back into his arms. They danced until night turned to dusk. It was the most longest most lovely night of either of their lives.