Swing Dancing and Moonshine: Genre Undetermined

"Ruby, darlin', you don't know what you're saying." He tried to sidle around her and wrap an arm around her shoulders. Ruby jerked away so violently that her arm knocked his pompadour sideways. "I very much do, Floyd," she told him bluntly. "I know exactly what I'm doing, and I'll thank you to not try and stop me. I've had it up to here with the swing dancing and the moonshine and the stupid chauvinistic way that all the girls are treated. I'll take my chances with where I get sent to next." "Ruby," Floyd said, moving closer, genuine concern on his face, "I've heard about some of those other places."

Inspiration: "Ruby Baby" by Bjork
Story Potential: Medium-high.
Notes: Kinda interesting, but I don't think it would go anywhere.