Old dance hall on the outskirts of town

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The old wooden building was built from graying planks, and the windows were covered by shutters that looked like they'd fly away at the gentlest of breezes. Inside was another story, as the walls were a cream color, the tables and bar were nearly black, but so old that no one could be certain if they were wood, or had been spat out of a factory somewhere. The smells of alcohol and cigarette smoke mingled with solemn old jazz music, all making the place feel old and comfortable.

Janie wore a red dress and heels, with her hair pinned back at the ear, and cascading in soft curls over her shoulders and down her back. She grinned up at her partner, a tall man wearing a black trench coat and wide brimmed black hat.

She walked towards the bar and ordered a scotch, and the man silently hurried out the door.