Midge strolled into the hotel bar riding on the high from her act that she just finished a few minutes before. Vegas was proving to be the perfect place to try out her new jokes! Some ended up a little raunchier than others, but no one seemed to mind here. There was enough booze pouring that even the worst of the lot got a laugh or two, and she planned to take full advantage of that before they needed to move on to the next leg of the tour.

She received his note while standing backstage watching Shy's set. Midge had been trying not to think about Lenny's re-arrival happening soon, but it was hard to keep the excitement from her mind. When she saw him sitting at the bar, she remembered why she had always seemed to get that feeling deep in her stomach; the feeling that until recently she had to deny. Their marriage was still so new in her mind that she wasn't always sure it was even real. After barely letting her feelings for him surface for more than a couple flirty comebacks at a time, marriage seemed like a fantasy.

When they first met they were both married to other people. She remembered Joel talking about Lenny's act when he was just starting out. She hadn't figured out the meatloaf trick yet so Joel always had to go on really late. Sometimes he would go while she put Ethan to bed (before their trio became four) and see other comics' acts as practice. She knew why now, but looking back it felt surreal.

"I thought you were gonna call when you got back." She set the note the stage manager had given her on the bar in front of him, and squeezed his knee as she wedged herself between him and the bar stool she'd been occupying the past few days.

"I opted for a sneak attack." He turned in his seat and tapped the ash off his cigarette.

"There's a lot of that going around," the complaint was obvious in her voice. She saw the bartender coming over though, and she wasn't about to take her frustration with her parents out on him. "Gin martini, up, with olives!" She turned to Lenny and took a deep breath. "You should have seen my set."

"I saw your set."

"You did? How was I?" she hopped up onto the barstool and patted her lap with anticipation.

"Wow. Just like that?" he waved his hand in the air as he scoffed. "I usually start with some small talk. How have you been? Who's got gout?"

"Nope. Life's short. Talk about me."

Midge saw another man approaching them with intent, a notebook, and a pen already to harass Lenny. She didn't even need to hear him ask for 'Mr. Bruce' shyly (which he did). She had been witness to Lenny's fame before, even if he was a little hesitant to admit it at times. People fawned over him in a way that made her proud to be in his orbit. His list of 'important people' wasn't very long, but she somehow made the cut.

"Excuse me, Mr. Bruce?" The man's voice shook as he spoke. The notebook wobbled only slightly in his hands.

"Um, Mr. Bruce is my mother," Lenny gave the man his attention, turning and leaning over the back of the bar stool. "Lenny, please."

"Could I get…?" he trailed off, holding out the notepad and pen towards Lenny.

"You want hers?" Lenny points towards her and she feels blush warm her cheeks more than the gin.

"That's okay."

"That's show business." Lenny looked at her and shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes. The man took his pen back. As he walked away Midge noticed another woman at the bar watching them. Her mouth was open in amazement and she continued watching Lenny talk like nothing had happened.

Lenny leaned forward and lowered his voice as though what he was saying was supposed to be a secret. "I am very famous and important."

"Yes," Midge fluttered her eyelashes and she could tell that he was trying not to smile. "We were talking about me, remember?"

"I do. Uh, what are you doing tonight?"

"Listening to you critique my act."

"I have a proposition for you," he was holding his cigarette still despite having not smoked it since Midge sat down. "I have a work thing I have to do, but I was thinking, tag along, you might find it interesting. Besides, I've barely spent time with my wife, that might be interesting too."

"Could I work it into my act? The one you liked, or didn't like?"

"Afterward, I'll buy you dinner," he was doing that strange flirting thing he always attempted. The charm was on full force and he was staring her down as if she'd ever say 'no'. "Deal?"

"Deal." she smirked.

"You ready to go?"

"I have to change. Ten minutes." She hopped down from the bar stool and pecked his lips. She was unconcerned about the watching eyes. "And then you'll tell me what you though about my act."

"Depends on how good the outfit is."