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Now this was the life.

As he held the young, brown-haired lady in his arms, he swung her around gently, his left arm around her waist and the right raised in the air, holding her dainty hand in his as they danced. The small band in the corner were playing a slow tune today, one that he hadn't heard before. Then again, in this strange new world, there were so many new things to experience, so many sights to see, ladies to woo, and most importantly, music to enjoy.

Johnny had stumbled onto Earth almost by accident, after he'd found a portal to this place nestled in a cave on a mountainous world he'd been exploring a few days ago. That gate had led him here, to this quaint little ballroom in one of the dingiest, dirtiest towns he'd ever seen. Frankly he was quite surprised that something so clean could exist in such a hostile, dirty environment but hey, he wasn't complaining. The men spoke a strange language unlike anything he'd heard before, but there was a language that everyone spoke, in all universes, all dimensions.

Money.

Money bought himself drinks. Money bought himself a lady on his arm every day. Money got him the band's undivided attention.

But no dough could buy himself a good time. That was all up to him.

As he spun himself and the lady in a slow circle to the timing of the music, he smiled and she smiled back. Obviously she wanted in his wallet, among other places, but he knew better. He spun around again in a half circle and dipped her, gently holding onto her lower back as she leaned backward, elegantly flicking her head as he slowly raised her back up.

Ah, the high life. Nothing like it.

Then, a cacophony that broke through the music. 

A few minutes earlier a huge, fat man had entered the ballroom. No doubt he was the big boss of the joint, everyone seemed to know him. Not Johnny. He was a stranger here, a harmless white tourist just having a good time.

Now, a straggly young man in a loose shirt and shorts (no shoes too) burst into the room, panting, his body drenched with rain water. He could see from across the room. He didn't know the guy either. The young man smiled at a nearby lady and clumsily bumped into a waiter carrying a pitcher of a stranger amber liquid, spilling the presumed drink all over the lovely maroon carpet. He began to apologise when his eyes fell upon something across the room. Johnny idly followed his gaze as he held his lady and turned in a slow circle, coming to rest upon the fat man that had gotten here earlier.

Ooh, a grudge match. The young guy must've had something against the big fat fella, judging from the way he got up and immediately disregarded any sort of manners or better judgement by pushing and shoving his way through the crowded ballroom and onto the dance floor. He watched as the man stormed by him and his date, and he would've gladly ignored the whole big hoo-hah if it weren't for one detail.

That man wasn't exactly normal. He could feel it.

With a quiet apology, he let the lady go, smiling and waving to her as she reluctantly left his company. He strode over to the bandstand, the clicking of his tap-dancing shoes distinct over the music, and leaned against it. Here he had a nice view of what was about to go down. The drink he had, a finger of whiskey on ice in a small glass tumbler, sat on the edge of the bandstand, and he swept it into a hand and took a sip and smirked.

This was going to be interesting.