Chasity grinned up at Mr. Levin, accepting the cigarettes graciously and tucking them away in her little purse before her brothers could see. “Very kind of you Mr. Levin.” How long had she known the man? She didn’t know him as well as one might but still…years. Perhaps longer than she had known her real father, who passed when Chasity was rather small. 

She often heard people complaining about the Jews, but for the most part her experience with them had made Chasity believe they were a generous, kind people. Being a protestant there were some differences but the Youngest Adler wasn’t one to discuss religion, politics, nor money. As no lady should. 

Arching her brows in surprise Chasity took another tug on her jig. “Mr. Levin, I find it very hard to believe you are not much of a dancer, I’ve seen you about your shop, it’s practically a dance.”  Her eyes flickered to Mr. Levin’s companion and back with a knowing smile. “I am sure your friend is more scintillating than you let on Mr. Levin, otherwise he couldn’t be your friend.” 

In surprise Chasity was suddenly with a dance partner. A very large dance partner. “Oh!” She looked around for a place to set her Gimlet, finally depositing it beside Mr. Levin’s Primm. No. 1. “Thank you Mr. Berg.” A bright smile and a small sly look given to Mr. Levin and she was off. 

As it turned out Mr. Levin had not been over exaggerating when he described Mr. Berg as rather dull. He was polite and as far as dance partners  went, while a huge man, didn’t step on her feet nor let his hands wander. Miss Adler chatted occasionally and when the conversation faded she made do with crowd watching as they made their way across the dance floor. 

Following a rather plain looking man with a lively blonde with her gaze Chasity felt a blush creeping over her cheeks as she realized the person the woman was waving to was Mr. Flowers. Another man she had known a long time, Mr. Flowers was not as friendly nor fatherly as Mr. Levin. That didn’t make him uninteresting in the least. 

Chasity was caught staring by Mr. Flowers for a moment too long before Mr. Berg had turned her and she was no longer within view of the man. Biting her lower lip nervously Chasity hoped Mr. Flowers hadn’t really seen her peering over at him…Or didn’t recognize her. Which was worse? 

These thoughts consumed her as the song ended and Mr. Berg offered his arm, which she took politely. He steered her back to the bar top where Chasity took a sip of her gimlet and a puff of her jig to fortify herself and smiled at Mr. Levin. “Mr. Berg proves himself an adapt dancer.” Reaching out to put her gimlet back down Chasity’s hand brushed against someone else’s . 

Looking up to apologize the words almost died on her lips.”Mr. Flowers.” She breathed before recovered enough to smile up at him. How had he gotten to the bar so quickly?  “How lovely to see you here as well… Do you know Mr. Levin?” They probably did, most businessmen in the West End knew each other some way or another.