You heard it just opened, and it’s already the bee’s knees (fantastic).
Once you arrive, you notice there are plenty of skirts (gals) and fellas (guys) already zozzled (drunk), and a bunch more hoppers (dancers) out on the dance floor—though some of them are heelers (bad dancers), probably due to all the giggle water (booze) they’ve already consumed. According to the latest chin music (gossip), there’s going to be a big blow (party) tonight, as long the bull (police) don’t find out and cast a kitten (throw a fit). But then you remember your Vintage Flapper Cigarette Holder. So far, everything is Jake (a-okay), so you get yourself all dolled up (dressed up) in your glad rags (club clothes) and take a dimbox jaunt (taxi ride) to the club, ready for a nifty (great) time.