Midge had been sitting alone at the hotel bar all afternoon nursing a martini and picking away at her new material. She wrote down everything as it came to her, sometimes in the middle of the night, so there was a lot of half-thoughts to work through. Usually she did this when she was home while the kids were asleep, or at least tucked into bed. She was beginning to like the bar scene though; here, she had a captive audience.

"Miguel, is this funny?" Midge asked the bartender his opinion with no hint of shame, as if she hadn't been harassing him all afternoon with a repeat of the exact same question. "This humidity in Florida is so unrelenting, even my mother thinks it should calm down."

He contemplated the joke for all of about half a second before shaking his head. "No."

"Really, take your time," she pursed her lips. "One more," pointing at her drink, "and one for oyurself. It'll seem funnier then."

She barely had time to put her head back down before the sound of an unfamiliar male voice came from her left side. "Good book?"

"Not yet."

"Can I buy you a drink?" he moved the barstool, making it squeak and scratch across the floor. Despite her fairly obvious disinterest, the man assumed he was staying.

"Got one coming."

"Put it on my tab."

Midge finally looked up at that. "Oh, no thank you!" she clicked her pen and shooed Miguel away. "Very sweet, but I'm working." She turned back to her writing, hoping that he would finally take the hint and leave the bar; of course he did no such thing.

"Really? Working?" there was shock in his voice, a sure sign that even if Midge had been interested, she definitely wouldn't be now. "Well, this hotel certainly draws a nicer class of working girls."

"Yeah, look, Mom, I'm not a hooker," she finally lowered down the book and let the frustration seep through her voice. "I'm working on my act and I can pay for my own drink."

"Okay. Modern women. Maybe I should just keep you company so no other man makes the mistake I just did."

"I appreciate you wanting to be the saviour of my reputation, but I'm busy writing dick jokes, so if you don't mind…" she gestured toward her book, ignoring the sound of the chair on the other side being shoved out of the way. Of course some other man would take this chance to mark his territory.

"Number three really paints a picture." Midge swung her head around, prepared to tell this guy to back off too. Her mood completely changed though when she got over her brief moment of shock.

Lenny was giving her one of his smirks as he waited for her to reply to his comment.

"What on earth are you doing here?" she hadn't been expecting to see Lenny for a while. Even with their newly minted 'accidental' marriage, she knew it would take a while for things to regulate with the life they were going to attempt living together.

"I still technically live here." he tapped his cigarette in the ashtray on the bar and turned towards her with a small smile.

"In Florida?"

"At some point, every Jew must live in Florida," he nodded his head and shrugged his shoulders. "It's in the Torah."

"Wow." she shook her head in wonder, following his every move with her gaze. "You know, it's weird, before we got married I never pictured you living anywhere. You just existed."

"Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I do live places, and right now, or at least until I get everything straightened out, it's here." she leaned back as if she was about to fall off her seat with the news. "I got a key, I get mail, I wear an apron."

"Must go good with that tie." she pointed at his chest, and she had to hold herself back from pressing her hand against the tie in question and pulling him down.

He leaned in closer to her and lowered his voice. "I heard Shy was in town, so I thought I would stop by and say 'hello' to my wife." he finally - finally - leaned down and pecked her lips. "Hello." He moved his head a bit and looked over her shoulder, "Good-bye."

Midge turned away from Lenny towards the other man, who was inexplicably still sitting with an expectant look on his face. He cleared his throat and finally got the hint to move.

Lenny was already moving before Midge asked if he wanted to take the seat, but she asked anyway: "You want to sit?"

He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed the ashtray, holding it in the same hand has his half used cigarette. Midge followed him with her whole body as he walked behind her to reach his new spot.

"Three in the afternoon; a pen, a notebook, and a drink." he gestured towards Miguel as he approached them with Midge's second drink of the day. "All you need is a social disease, and you are officially a road comic." Midge almost had to spit her drink back in the glass as she laughed. "How long are you in town?"

"Two frizz-filled weeks."

"Good, I am heading out of town for a couple of days to make some money," his attention was fully on her as he spoke, his hand rested on her knee under the bar.

"Oh."

"Apparently I have some sort of 'big move' back up to New York coming up soon."

She nodded her head in mock consideration. "I did not know that."

"When I get back, we should grab a drink."

"See each other? But what would people think?" she leaned on her hand and smiled even more widely than she already had been. "I would love that." she saw that he was about to get up, and grabbed his hand to keep him in place. "You know, you could stay for a while."

He barely debated it for a second before he was already settled back in his seat.