"Sure, why not?" Lisa said. She took one last sip of her Diet Coke, then put the glass down. "After all, what's a 20's party without some dancing? You know, with a little imagination, what happened earlier tonight fits in pretty well with the theme of this party. We were all in this speakeasy when the feds raided the place and carted off that mobster CJ and his crazy gun moll!" Lisa laughed. "By the way, Chelsea, that Charlie Chaplin outfit was a neat idea! It never occured to me to try to dress up as a specific person; I just went for the generic flapper look."