This takes place at the end of the scene outside 'The Willows' (we're in The Prizefighter now if you want to watch that one) and thanks to Helen for encouraging me to start here

Dempsey did the car window up

"See!" pointed out Makepeace

"See what?" asked Dempsey belligerently

"We scored a direct hit"

"We nearly scored an own goal"

"Rubbish everyone has loads of ancestral names – go back to your great grandparents and there are 8 family names" Makepeace justified

"Du Pres" Dempsey scorned "what about 'Smith' or 'Jones'" he suggested disparagingly "regular names of regular people"

"And not a cat in hells chance of tracing anyone" Makepeace disdained "we're Mr and Mrs Du Pres, your mother was Barrett – No problem"

"No problem?" Dempsey questioned

"No problem" Makepeace reiterated

"And Duane?" Dempsey asked

"An everyday American name" Makepeace cited vehemently

"I hate the name Duane – It's crass" Dempsey protested

"Well what would you have?"

"Robert"

"I've been married to one of those before" was Makepeace's sardonic reply

"Ronald, Larry, Michael…." Dempsey reeled off

"Michael's not very American" Harry jumped in

"It is" Dempsey objected "I had a friend called Michael…." He delved back into some childhood memories ".. Michael….. Feldman" he finally recalled "I wonder what happened to him?"

Makepeace had no interest in his childhood but she was getting wound up "Excuse me" she cut in "- you object to me coming up with a posh surname and a common Christian name – where's the consistency in that?" she demanded

"And you're challenging me on consistency?" incredulous Dempsey noted Harry's blank stare "we left the office 'just good friends' as you had dictated and now, it seems, we're married!"

"That was your suggestion" Harry defended

"You countered it"

"Well we argue like we're married" Harry was sitting with her arms folded across her chest and it brought a smile to Dempsey's face, he had to agree they did argue well. He held his silence

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

"Nope"

"It's not like you to give in"

"I'm not"

"So?"

"So?"

"So what's with the silence?"

"You're inconsistent, make stupid mistakes and never" he emphasized that bit "admit when you're wrong but whatever happens, being a woman, somehow you will always have the last word" he waited for her to follow in, he just knew she wouldn't be able to resist

"And at this precise moment in time I'm supposedly married to Mr Right" she looked straight into his eyes with an accusatory stare "I just never knew your first name was always!"

Dempsey engaged first gear and spun the wheels muttering "Married men might well live longer than us bachelors but I sure know why they're more willing to die!"

"Where are we going to?" Makepeace queried as Dempsey turned towards the West End rather than south London.
"Well since we're all dressed up will Stringfellows do?"

Dempsey dropped Harry off at the front of the nightclub before he attempted to find somewhere to park. It was twenty minutes later when he walked down the stairs and stopped under a large spinning mirror ball whilst he scanned the room. His first sight was a reflection of Harry's back as she leaned into a small group of the guys; sensing a little déjà vu he turned towards the bar and approached the grouping with a grin lighting his face. The ensemble seemed to have a couple of bottles of wine and one of champagne on the go; Dempsey signalled with his hand and an empty glass was passed to him, he filled it with champagne.

"So you're not robbing banks tonight?" Basil bantered

"A bit to expensive" Dempsey smirked and glanced at Harry

"You remember Basil, Matthew and Graham don't you?" Harry checked

"Yeh, we met last summer didn't we" Dempsey confirmed

"And Henry, Louise…."

"Angela and Annabelle" Dempsey cut in proving his point

Angela glanced from Harry to Dempsey and back to Harry, raising her eyebrows in a silent question. Harry crossed her hands and threw them apart in an emphatic 'NO'

"Look at you two dressed to the nines – where've you been?" asked Louise

"Cocktails at 'The Willows'"

"Oh nice"

"Well it was work really"

"I wish I had your job if all I had to do was drink cocktails on a night out"

"And pretend to be married to him" Makepeace mocked

"Interesting!" Angela perked up forcing Harry to groan "So how's married life?" Angela asked with interest

"Discordant"

Angela turned to Dempsey again "So what's the problem Jim?"

Dempsey shrugged "no point in me keeping a list, the wife don't forget nothing"

Harry rolled her eyes "See – I told you – Marital bliss"

"I seem to remember you saying something about me being Mr Right" Dempsey flirted, wrapping his arm around Harry's waist. Harry slipped out "Mr Always Right – and it wasn't a compliment" she grinned as she added "nor true"

"I'll help you practice married" Angela pushed herself up against Dempsey who coughed nervously

"So what's this cover?" Basil asked Dempsey

"We're over here looking up my family tree" Dempsey shifted into some free space

"Harry married a yank?" Graham checked with a smile knowing how implausible that would be in real life

"Nah, Makepeace does a mean American accent"

"My sugar pie Duane" Harry faked with quite a heavy southern drawl and they all roared with laughter. "Duane aren't you gonna ask me to dance?" Harry brushed her finger down his cheek and dragged Dempsey onto the dance floor.

Dempsey decided to take the opportunity afforded him and placed both hands on Harry's tiny waist. He moved slowly and rhythmically in front of her surreptitiously raking his hands upwards "How about some married kissin?" he suggested with a low growl

"Oh Duane" she kept the American voice and smiled mischievously fluttering her lashes deliberately "You played that one wrong Honey"

Dempsey looked bemused "Lovers kiss, married couples hold hands" she announced ordinarily and once again she wriggled out of his clutches, but she did stay dancing opposite him.
Two songs later Dempsey returned to the bar and poured Harry a ridiculously full flute of champagne; he held it up to indicate it was hers and ready. Harry gave him a thumbs up in acknowledgement but didn't move off the dance floor for another three songs. Dempsey watched her; despite his low opinion of the dress, she had many better in his opinion, she still looked stunning.
Angela tried again; she sidled up to Dempsey and leaned back to expose more of her cleavage guessing correctly that he wouldn't be able to resist the view. "We could have an affair?" she whispered and sipped some of Harry's champagne, her hand trailing Dempsey's arm. Dempsey turned to lean against the bar brushing against Angela

"You know of a good hotel?"

Almost instantaneously Harry somehow managed to squeeze her arm through separating the two of them as she reached for her glass of champagne. "I think we'll have to be a little more discrete next time" Dempsey mouthed and Angela laughed and this time directed her interest back to Harry "I think Jim's trying to get you drunk" she nodded towards the glass "he filled it to the brim"

"Well now my man would never try to do a thing like that" Harry drawled in her best southern accent as she ran her hand over Dempsey's back and down his arm "He don't like it when I kiss my car goodnight and not him" her hand slipped of his arm and squeezed his behind. She ran her fingers lightly up his back "Do you think you could ask the barman for another of those cocktails Sweetie Pie, I think they might have the pineapple here" she broke contact with him "and I do so want to try the real thing"

Dempsey called the barman over and Angela's knees turned to jelly as she listened to Jim give the instructions and then pass her one of the two he had requested.

Harry drunk a little of hers and watched Angela play with the cherry as she hooked Dempsey's attention "I got one of them too" she drawled.

At the sound of her American voice Dempsey turned his attention to Harry who very deliberately toyed with the cherry and then making her mouth into a perfect circle she slowly teased the cherry in and as she withdrew the cocktail stick she moaned "No one can do it quite like my man"

Angela burst out laughing "That's it, I concede defeat"

"You like my man?" Harry was in such full swing her Southern drawl was flowing "He's sure real handsome" her fingers were drawing down his cheek again. Harry took some more of her cocktail flicking her gaze between Dempsey and Angela "And he moves real well"

Dempsey ran his finger around his unbutton collar and cautiously slipped his arm back around Harry's waist and nuzzled her neck.

"Ohhh Sweetheart" Harry didn't push him away "I'm right tired now"

Dempsey wasn't sure how to read that one

"I think we should go home to bed"

"Sugar pie you know me, I love my bed" Dempsey thickened his drawl

"Well let's go find it Honey" Harry took his hand and led Dempsey up the stairs.

Outside in the fresh air Dempsey squeezed her hand and started to move right down the road and towards the car. Harry broke away "Duane" she continued in cover "You see them cars?"

Dempsey stopped and nodded "Them's taxis and I'm gonna get one home"