Amelia smiled as she walked through the streets of New York. She proudly wore her newly cut, shoulder-length, blonde hair. She gained some looks from an elderly couple but still smiled at them and nodded her head in a friendly greeting. The twenty year old American woman was like other women her age in 1925: bold, lewd, and a bit reckless. She walked with her head held high and her skirts up to her knees. She wasn't as bad as others, however. Amelia wasn't a true Flapper, as they had come to be known as. She didn't drink nor did she take part in petting. She did smoke, though, and dated whomever she pleased. Amelia also took pleasure in dancing as well. But she did look the part. As she walked down the sidewalk to her home, she had her head in the clouds, dreaming of the night when she could go out and dance. Amelia wasn't looking where she was going and ended up bumping into someone.

"Oh, I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going," she apologized and looked at their face. She was embarrassed to find herself staring at the disgruntled features of a rather attractive man. Her wide, blue eyes stared up and into his green ones and nearly winced upon seeing the harsh judgement in them.

"Hm, yes, I suppose you are. Next time, when you have come to your senses and stopped being so… Foolish then maybe you'll be able to walk like a real lady," scoffed the young man. It was obvious he was not from America, but rather from a British-owned area. A flush of anger came over Amelia as she stood to her full height, which was just under the young man's chin.

"Now you listen here, sir! I will not stand being scolded like a silly little bird by some posh bluenose who isn't even from America! You cannot tell me what I can and cannot do," she protested, red lips pressing together in anger. Her eyes flared as she heard the man snort and shook her head, pushing past him. "Ah, dry up, ya pill. You're not worth my time."

Amelia ignore the man's splutters, which were quite amusing, and continued on her way home. Once she reached it, she unlocked her door and walked in. A smile stretched over her face as the rude man was driven from her thoughts, moving to when she could dance happily with her friends and just enjoy the night. She quickly hurried up to her room and undressed. She grabbed her new dress and a pair of nice heels. Once she looked at herself in the mirror, her creamy skin clad in a beautiful, blue dress, Amelia felt a sense of pride as her eyes looked over her wavy, blonde hair and cherry red lips. She looked like a woman her age would. And that excited her. She was shaken from her thoughts when someone pounded on the door, calling through.

"Come on, Amelia! Get a wiggle on now! I know you're all dolled up, so get moving! We don't want to be late!"

Amelia let out a laugh as she grabbed her purse and jacket, rushing down to her front door. Pulling it wide open, she grinned when she looked at her friend, Alice. Alice was a pretty girl from Maine; she had brown hair cut similar to Amelia's, brown eyes sparkling with excitement, and a face covered in pretty freckles. Stepping out of her house, Amelia locked her door and smirked at Alice as they walked side-by-side to the speakeasy, "I'm here now, Alice! My, don't you look like a hoofer!"

"As I well should! I didn't get into my glad rags for nothing! Mary said her cousin was comin' into to town, and I wanted to get all dolled up for him! Who knows, maybe he could be my next daddy."

"Oh come on, Alice! Don't be such a dumb dora. You know you're always going to be a moll. Tom's goofy with ya and you're goofy with him too! Now I'm going to be on the level and just say it. Tom's quite keen on you and is ready to middle aisle. You won't find a nifty guy like him anywhere else! So get a wiggle on, plant one right on his kisser, and get that handcuff!"

"Amelia, you bearcat! Just because I'm carrying a torch for the mobster doesn't mean I'm goofy! But…"

"But I'm right, baby. You're all balled up from the last time ya saw him, and you need to get your head straight. Stop being such a pushover and get with that big cheese!"

"And how! I should! Thanks a ton, Amelia. You're a swell dame," Alice gave her a beaming smile before pulling her into the speakeasy. They were finally there. Amelia felt herself come alive once the music hit her ears. She became a real live wire, ready to move and dance to the beat. She noticed their friend, Mary, sitting with a couple guys and pulled Alice over, both giggling when they noticed Tom sitting with her. Alice headed straight for him while Amelia when to Mary.

"Ah, Amelia! You're finally here! You can save me from this bull session," Mary laughed, inviting the girl to sit next to her. Amelia sat down happily and looked around at the men, seeing a few she recognised. When her eyes met a familiar shade of green, her face went slack. It was him-the rude man from the streets. Mary noticed where her eyes were looking and beamed, grabbing Amelia's arm. "Well, well, well! If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were stuck on my cousin!"

That caught Amelia's attention almost immediately. "What? Be level with me! That sap is your cousin?"

"Yep. His name's Arthur. He's been talking all of this baloney about some Jane he met on the streets! Said she's a real flapper, and a doll at that, and she was such a bearcat that she yelled at him! Can't you believe it? Someone finally gave some beef to that old, wet blanket!"

"That Jane was me! I can't believe that kooky bird is high-hattin' me!"

All of the 1920's Dialogue that you might not be able to understand in order of appearance!: Bird: General term for man or woman, often meaning 'odd' Bluenose: A very prude person Dry up: Shut it Pill: A very unlikeable person Get a wiggle on!: Get moving! Dolled up: Dressed up Hoofer: Dancer Glad rags: Fancy clothing Daddy: Boyfriend Dumb Dora: Dumb Woman Moll: A gangster's girl Goofy: In love On the level: Honest Middle aisle: Get married Handcuff: Engagement ring Bearcat: Fiery girl Carrying a torch: Having a crush Balled up: Confused Big cheese: Boss-man And how!: I agree! Swell: Wonderful Dame: Woman Speakeasy: (Since alcohol was illegal in America) An illegal bar Live wire: A very lively person Bull session: Man talk Stuck on: Same as Carrying a torch Level with me: Be honest with me Sap: Fool Baloney: Nonesense Jane: Woman Doll: A pretty woman Beef: Complait Wet blanket: Killjoy High-hatting: Snubbing