A/N- I feel so ashamed that I haven't updated this story yet, I didn't expect anybody to even read the first chapter, but I was defiantly wrong (thanks to everyone who put this as your alerts by the way) I also want to say that this chapter took me a loooooong time to right. It seemed like I couldn't get it right, (no pun intended) I hope you enjoy.
Rachel was in awe. The lights were dimmed in an almost sultry manner. You could feel the beat of the drums as you walked into the room, the soothing sounds of the saxophone filled the air. There were people everywhere, all talking at the same time, which made it very hard to hear Noah raving about their entrance.
"I can't believe it… so friggin' cool…. It was like we weren't even going to be in here and here we are, that was so cool!" Rachel simply nodded as she continued to look around the place. In booths spread across the floor sat groups of men smoking what looked like cigars. They were undoubtedly gangsters. This was one of the many reasons why if Rachel's mother found out she was here, she would have a heart attack. But that wasn't what Rachel was so fixated upon. It was the women around them. Flappers. Noah had told her about them the last time he came here. He had said that they were the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. And he was right. All of them were tall and slender with short pixie length hair framing their faces perfectly. They all wore short fringe dresses which stopped mid-thigh, some even had a feather sticking up from their head or maybe a feather boa. Noah had also recalled about how carefree they were, and that's where Rachel was the most intrigued. She was amazed how they never felt like they had to live up to societies standers of how young girls should be. They were the main reason why Rachel went out and bought a new dress, got all dolled up, and snuck out of her room that night. Rachel was determined to be one of those women. As Rachel watched, some girls sat on the men's laps whispering into their ears God knows what, while others simply talked amongst themselves. One group stuck out to Rachel the most. 4 women, one of the four obviously older. The eldest was taking fast as the other 3 were hunched over trying to her what she was saying, nodding every so often. For some reason Rachel had a feeling of longing to be in that group. Hell, she wished she could be in any of the groups scattered around the room.
"Hey," Noah said, breaking Rachel's train of though. "Do you wanna go to the bar; I mean they are the only place in Ohio that actually sells drinks." Noah said with longing eyes toward the infamous bar on the other side of the club.
"Um, sure" Rachel said with a small smile playing upon her lips, I mean if she wanted to live the life of a flapper she needed to act like one, right? Noah broke out into a huge smile and grabbed her hand as he started to pull her through the crowd of people. The journey to the bar was no easy task. Bodies pressed together, half drunken dance moves shake to the rhythm of the band playing before them. Even Noah's hand could not help Rachel trip over a few feet. The music became even faster making the dancers sway more vigorously with each beat. Somehow, Noah's hand slipped from her own and she was lost in the crowd. Rachel stood on her toes, trying to see over the crowd, but had no luck. Damn her shortness. Rachel started to squeeze herself through the pressed together bodies, but as she tried to push her way through the crowd, there was a shove from the right of her, which promptly sent her falling to the ground. There was a scream of bloody murder as all music drained from the place as Rachel hit the floor.
"Look what you did!" a blonde women shrieked, trying to rub off her spilled drink with her hands off her dress.
"I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to let me help…" Rachel began trying to get to her feet.
"Don't bother, you've done enough" the women snarled. Rachel looked up at the blonde as she walked to the bathroom with two others behind her, one blonde like the first and the other dark headed. They were the same girls who she had seen at the table earlier. She really screwed up.
"Hey, are you all right?" A man's voice said above the above her.