𝖦𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄.

It was a dance club, live music from the 50's that encouraged couples to dance to the rhythm of Jazz, Soul, Boleros and others. Quite relaxing for those perhaps tense moments for the citizens of Metroville. There you were, with a glass of Martini, watching the couples dance while you talked to your friends at a table near the dance floor. You dressed in fashion: vibrant colors, flared and beautiful hairstyles, worthy of a model of those years; and you looked like it. At one point you got bored, all your friends were invited to dance while you only received glances, until you heard whispers. 'Did you hear she's here? ... Gamma Jack? ... Really?' *I hear part of the conversation next to some girls. You felt pressure, since Gamma Jack was super known for his choice of beautiful and attractive girls. You just sighed and looked at the stage, Martini in hand, ignoring the thought of not looking beautiful. * "Is it busy?" A male voice said, when you turned to see it was him, Gamma Jack, looking at you intently, he was smiling and holding two Martinis, waiting for your answer while 'Hit The Road Jack' by Ray Charles played in the background.