Jig lit, Chasity inhaled deeply and let out the puff of smoke, all the while drumming her fingertips against the glass. The music was good and her brothers were not likely to dance with her, maybe Walter after a few drinks… Turning her head to look about the room she spotted an older gentleman at the bar she knew. Isidor Levin and the Adler’s had some business arrangement, it was why she had such beautiful jewelry. Chasity wasn’t really sure what that arrangement might entail but Mr. Levin had always been kind to her. Chasity glanced over her shoulder one last time to confirm her brothers were busy with their drinks before easing along the bar to Mr. Levin and his big friend. “Mr. Levin!” She smiled, glancing up at his big friend and then back down to the older man. “I didn’t know you liked Jazz Music. How lovely to see you!” Putting her drink down on the bar top Chasity offered a hand in greeting, clasping his warmly and giving it an extra squeeze. Once the greeting was done she pushed a lock of her curled brown hair away from her ear to show a diamond stud sitting there, shimmering beautifully. Of course it was his diamond. The Adler sister picked up her gimlet and had another sip, placing it back down she noticed Mr. Levin’s own cocktail. It had fruit in it! Her brothers would never drink anything with something more than a lime wedge or a sprig of mint, and really that was pushing it. “Mr. Levin, what a pretty drink you have. Is that a Primms?” She had never had one before. The cigarette came back up to her mouth with a delicate hand for another puff when she saw his eyes trailing the smoke. A small blush came to Chasity’s high cheek bones and she shook her head idly. “I know, not much of a habit for a young lady like me…” She waved the hand grasping the jig frivolously. There was no excuse. Especially since her brothers didn’t really permit her to smoke. With a small sigh she changed the subject, afraid Mr. Levin would side with her brothers that this was not an acceptable past time for Chasity to practice. “Are you here for the dancing then, Mr. Levin?”