With her arm crooked with his, and the alcohol that was buzzing at her senses, moving through the crowd didn't seem as daunting as it had only moments before. The world around her reminded her of something she couldn't quite put her finger on, but enough visions of exquisitely coiffed hair and the snazzy suits lent her some information.
"The 20s. It feels like we're in the 20s. Like those old movies with gangsters and flappers and all of that!" she exclaimed with a smile, and without waiting for Archer to voice his opinion about that, she turned to the nearest person, pulling away from Archer just a bit so she could tap them on the shoulder.
"Excuse me. Can you tell me the date. I've had a little too much and I've plum forgotten!" She flashed a smile, white teeth against painted lips, and it wasn't long before she had the answer. February 11, 1929. Letting her informant go, she turned to look up towards Archer with a pleased smile. "I was right. Guess some of my history classes stuck with me!"