A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter than the first one, I know! I just figured that this scene kind of needed it's own chapter. Hope you like it!

"Welcome, everyone, to the Phoenician Hotel." Midge stood just off stage, looking over her dress and shoes while listening to the announcers get the audience ready for the show to start.

"90 seconds," Zack, one of the hotel's employees rushed passed her towards backstage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats. Our show is about to begin."

"Hey," Susie came up behind Midge, startling her slightly as she tried to get her head out of the clouds… or out of her bed this morning. "I made it for 'tits up' Great!" she laughed slightly but kept talking, not noticing Midge's far off expression. "Lovin' this Vegas weather. 70 degrees in the dead of winter. New York was freezing. How've ya been? Everything good?"

"I got married."

"Wait. What?"

She should have known that this wasn't right right time to tell Susie important information. Midge was planning to keep her mouth shut for a few days. Lenny had to out of town for a few days for a gig anyway, so it shouldn't have been a problem. Something about the twinge of betrayal she still felt when Susie mentioned something as simple as going to New York for Sophie makes her mind fizzle out. So she had to tell her; even if she didn't mean to, and even if she didn't want to tell her about the marriage.

"To Lenny. We're married."

"Lenny who?"

Midge could see that this was going to be a longer conversation, and neither of them had time. The silent seconds were ticking down before she had to go out on stage and do her act.

"Lenny who? You know who. Lenny."

"Bruce? He's in New York."

"Well he came to visit. He was in Vegas last night."

"Get out of here."

Susie was either going to hit Midge or just tell at her. Clearly she wasn't quite sure which one was coming for her, but Midge was ready to raise her arms if she needed to guard her face.

"And we got married."

"You just got divorced. I was there. I saw it!" She was gesturing wildly with one of her hands as she spoke. "The judge guy banged the gavel!"

"Look okay," Midge took a deep breath. This was going to be hard to explain, especially since she was sure the 90 seconds she was given had already passed. "I think I'm happy about this."

Susie held both of her arms up now. She was doing that thing that Midge hated, where it sounded like she was going to cry in frustration. There might have even been tears in Susie's eyes as she tried to keep it together.

"You really couldn't hold it together for a few days, Miriam?"

Midge was outraged. It was Susie that left her in Vegas by herself in the first place. It was Susie that just had to leave for New York in order to help out Sophie Lennon, who was a seasoned professional (quirks aside). Midge needed Susie with her, but she still left.

"You're supposed to hold it together for me, but you weren't here." It didn't matter if she was actually sort of happy about her impromptu marriage. None of it mattered right now when Susie was trying to blame her for making a mistake.

"Now you're gonna blame me for you fucking some guy and getting married?"

"I didn't fuck some guy!" she took a breath. "Look, I know. It was stupid."

"It's not your fault."

"We got drunk, and I was pissed off." she held her arms out as she tried to brush it away for the time being. She didn't want to go out on stage with her mind frazzled like this. "We got drunk, it happened. But I don't regret it."

"Look, this is just another part of a manager's job. Quickie divorces for drunk clients. I assume you want a divorce?"

"Of course not!"

"Wait, what?"