A/N: This is my first attempt and writing for this fandom so i'm a little nervous about getting it right, writing a story about a show like this is a little intimidating. I wouldn't have attempted it if I didn't have such a good reaction from my Gilmore Girls Rory/Jess story. Please let me know what you think!
The two might be a little OOC because Midge will be more open about her feelings than she was on the show, i hope you enjoy!
She was having a great time with Joel, which was surprising because after she hung up the phone when inviting him here she immediately regretted it, she thought she was crazy inviting her ex-husband to Vegas for a night. She knew that only bad things could happen but it seemed like her initial opinion— well second opinion considering that she wouldn't have invited him in the first place if she didn't thought it was a good idea for at least a few seconds. Either way, it seemed her worry and regrets were wrong because they were having a great time, laughing and joking, there were even a few times throughout the night that she thought it'd be a good idea to forget everything and just invite him to her room so they could just get naked already. Wow, she was too frisky, she hadn't slept with anyone in way too long, she shook her head, she was a lady, she could at least wait until the bartender called last call. Wait, did they do things like that in Vegas?
Thankfully she was pulled out of her thoughts when she saw Shy walking past the slots, probably on his way to his room. "I do put people off their appetite. Oh look, there's Shy." In a much louder voice, calling across the ballroom she yelled, "Shy!"
"No, Midge, don't."
"No, I want you to meet him." Again, louder she said, "Shy!"
She saw Shy hand his drink off to one of his entourage and said, "Here, hold this."
"Hurry back," One of his fangirls said and Midge saw his flirtatious smile at her.
Midge grabbed her newly ex-husband by the hand, stood up, and quickly started making her way to her employer. "He was great, he's great! His show was great." Joel couldn't help but gush on the way over to one of the most famous men in the world. He couldn't ignore the fact that it chafed because the only reason he had the opportunity to meet Shy was because his ex-wife was famous enough to be on his tour. Especially after he saw the smile the superstar gave his wife when he noticed it was her who was calling him. 'Were they into each other?' Joel couldn't help but ask himself.
"Hello Midge," Shy said walking up in that sly suave way he did, Joel noticed.
"Shy, really quickly, I just want to introduce you to my… ex-husband." At least it seemed just as surreal to her as it did to them that they were technically no longer married.
"…Okay," Shy said after a second's hesitation, holding onto the y in okay way longer than necessary.
Midge shook her head in understanding. "I know, I explained it in my set" Midge reached over and rested her hand on Shy's arm and Joel sure didn't miss the contact between the two. "but you missed it."
Shy and Midge laughed. "What a shame for me. You know I love to watch you work."
"Well, who doesn't? It's quite the sight to see, even when it's so bad that I crash and burn." It seemed she realized that she said that to her employer (or Maybe lover? Joel wondered) and realized her mistake because her eyes opened wide and she spoke even more quickly than normal. "Which of course I wouldn't do on a tour as important as this one. I'd never do that to you Shy." In a much lower voice she continued, "Not on purpose anyway."
"Don't worry Midge, I have the utmost faith in you and your comedic skills. I know the shows in good hands when you're opening for me." Midge smiled shyly at the compliment.
It wasn't much longer that Shy stuck around, he stood with them and chatted for a few minutes before making his excuses to go. She smiled at Shy as he left, his leaving signaled to Midge that maybe it was time for them to make their excuses and for her to take her ex-husband up to her room. She was so lost in her inner musings that she didn't realize the dark cloud of a mood Joel was in the middle of.
She fake yawned and made sure the yawn was extra fake so she didn't have to explain it, Joel could be very dense when he wanted to be. "So, Suzie is out of town and I'm getting tired, it'd be no big deal if you came up to my room for the night."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah… no."
"No?"
"No, that wouldn't be fair when I have a…"
"Have a what?"
"…I'm kinda seeing someone."
"Oh… Y-you've got a girlfriend."
"She's not a girlfriend."
"A close friend who's a girl."
"I don't know."
"How serious?"
"It's very new."
"She's the first thing that came to your mind."
"She wasn't the first thing." He was sounding agitated now.
"I won't tell her, you know, that you came out here. And you haven't done anything wrong. Now that I know, your invitation to my room is revoked, I've been the wife at home, I won't be the other woman."
"Nice Midge, real nice."
"Well it's true, isn't it? It's funny how the two instances that I've become involved with infidelity in any form involve you, right? Either way, I won't tell her."
"Tell her what? We didn't go up to your room. Plus you don't even know her."
"Well if I ever meet her. Remember that rule you instilled about significant others meeting kids? Conveniently made after the Penny sleepover debacle. Can she sharpen a pencil?"
"You're making a bigger deal than it has to be, we didn't do anything wrong, I didn't go up to the room. And yes she can sharpen a pencil."
Midge stayed quiet for a long while looking hard at Joel eventually she replied, "Good for her."
Joel was pretty much yelling at this point, he'd been slowly getting angrier and working his voice louder. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You care more about her happiness and fidelity to her than you did your wife, you must really like her."
"That's not fair Midge and you know it!"
Absently Midge knew it was uncouth to yell like this in the middle of a Las Vegas ballroom but she was angry at this point too so her voice grew. "Oh yeah? How?"
He scoffed, "You're one to talk anyway."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I was not the first, you were the first!"
"What do you mean, the first what?"
"You were engaged and I never gave you trouble."
"Well you had no right to, you were the one to fuck your secretary when we were still married. And here you are, starting the same cycle over again, why did you even come? I'm not engaged now and I damn sure wouldn't have invited you here if I was, you shouldn't have accepted the invitation! Maybe I'm wrong, maybe whoever the woman is she's going to end up in the same place I was because you can't keep it in your pants."
"Fuck you Midge! And of course, you're not engaged now, that'd get in the way of entertaining yourself on the road."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Midge, come on." He said with a scoff but still much too loudly for her liking.
"No, no, what are you talking about?"
"Shy Baldwin."
"Oh come on." She scoffed exasperatedly.
"You call his name he comes bounding up to you."
"He's nice to everybody! Fans, friends, coworkers."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"You know what? Whatever, this was a mistake, I'm going home. Unlike you, I can't abandon my kids for months at a time and only check in when it's convenient."
"Oh fuck you Joel, that's bullshit and you know it! We agreed on this, we set a schedule!"
"Yeah, but you're still not there, in New York, where they need you."
"Stop trying to guilt trip me because I'm actually funny enough to get a contract and you're nothing but a failed comic that stole every joke he ever told!"
Joel looked like he wanted to slap her or yell much louder at that moment but he took a deep breath and the tension in his shoulders eased. Instead of fighting more he just turned around and walked away, for that Midge was grateful, she was the one with something to lose here, what was she thinking? Getting into a screaming match twenty feet away from where she performed tonight? She sighed, sat back down, and downed the second half of her drink in one gulp. She stayed there long enough to calm down and just when she decided it was time for bed she heard a voice that stopped her in her tracks.
"You know, from what I heard, you're supposed to sell tickets to the entertainment, not just give showings out for free."
She was about to sigh exasperatedly and possibly yell at the person talking to her when she so clearly wasn't in the mood. She stopped herself when she realized she knew the voice of the person, so instead she turned around with her sultry smile and tried to pretend like the big blowout fight with her ex-husband didn't affect her at all. "Well you know, sometimes you gotta give a free showing or two to really get people interested. I'm sure whoever saw that will be in line to buy tickets for tomorrow's showing."
"You got that right, I know I wouldn't miss it," Lenny said with his signature smirk. "Then again, I was already a fan."
"Wow, the Lenny Bruce, a fan of me?" Midge said pretending to swoon.
"Of course, I thought the bailing you outta jail was proof enough."
"Well, I just thought that was cause I bailed you out first."
"Yeah, maybe but I knew you were a fan of me too."
"What gave you that crazy idea?"
"You knew my act enough to make fun of it."
"Oh right, I did do that. Damn, was that ever a terrible first impression?"
He scoffed, "What are you talking about? I knew it was one I'd never forget. What is it they say?" He looked off as if he was thinking hard, a few seconds later he snapped his fingers as if he just figured out something that had been plaguing him, "That right, Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery"
Now she was the one to let out an unladylike scoff, "Don't get ahead of yourself, Mr Bruce."
"Oh, I like it when you call me that, do it again." They both laughed and Lenny pretended he didn't notice the blush that came over her cheeks though he enjoyed it all the same.
"So Mr. Bruce, what brings you to Sin City?"
"There's not many cities left in this great country that would hire a degenerate Jew such as myself to play, other than New York of course. I've been kicked out of almost every other city, Las Vegas is the only one that keeps welcoming me back." That might have been a small exaggeration if he were being honest with himself. Welcoming him back was a stretch, begrudgingly letting him back would be more accurate. He knew it was insane and he absolutely no right to feel this way but he kind of missed the little spitfire that went by the name Maisel, so he might have put out some feelers out when he heard that Shy's tour was making a stop in what was affectionately nicknamed the Devil's playground.
"So you have some shows here too?"
"For the next week, how long are you here for?"
"We have a week left here too."
"Good, then you have time to get a drink with me."
"When, now?"
"Yes now. Do I seem the type to make plans more than a few hours in advance?" He asked self-deprecatingly, he did make plans further out than that, he just wasn't always the best at keeping them but he was working on it.
Part of Midge wanted to say no, she might not be acting like it right this second but she was really upset about what had happened with Joel. Plus, she'd already been drinking with her ex for a while now she was already tipsy and she figured one more drink would send her over the edge. On the other hand, this was Lenny, the person in comedy she looked up to the most, someone who under normal circumstances, she'd never turn down a night out with. Plus, there was this thing between them that she couldn't deny, though she worked hard to, and was doing a good job of, if she did say so herself. She could ignore the thing between them all she wanted (and she suspected Lenny did the same) but that didn't mean it wasn't there and that they both couldn't feel it.
"Okay, I can spare an hour or two, I do need my beauty rest, you know."
He scoffed but started walking to the door, not before holding his arm out for Midge, trying to be the gentleman for once in his life, with a small smile she looped her arm in his and rested her hand on the inside of his elbow. "Midge, you're crazier than I thought if you think you need something like 'beauty sleep' you're already a knockout."
Midge was sure she misheard him, he'd never said anything like that before so she decided to smile in reply and let him lead her out of the hotel and toward whatever bar he was planning on bringing her to.
Joel stood there with his mouth agape, he was almost positive he just dreamed the whole interaction he just watched, there was no way Midge, his ex-wife, was that close with Joel's comedy idle, and there was no way they were so flirty with each other. Joel had made it all the way to the door of his hotel room before he was calm enough to rationally think through his interaction with Midge, that's when he realized he was a giant asshole to Midge about the whole situation. So after pacing back and forth in the hallway for a while, he worked up the magnanimity to apologize. He went down back to the main floor where the slots and the ballroom were, just as he was walking to Midge he saw her face fall when some shmuck tried hitting on her, it was about the time a look of recognition came over Midge's face that Joel got a good enough look at the fella to see who was actually talking to her, Lenny Bruce, the Lenny Bruce.
He got close enough to listen but he didn't interrupt, color him curious, he wanted to see how well the two knew each other. Was he just another famous person she opened her legs for to get famous herself? He conveniently forgot that he was on his way to apologize for how out of line he was for making such assumptions about her earlier. And this man was so much worse, it was one who he idolized, if she was sleeping with Lenny Bruce it had to be her trying to get back at him, right? After listening to the conversation he couldn't know for sure but he didn't think they'd been intimate together. Though just by looking at them, he also knew they were more than just people in the same field of work that sometimes maybe workshopped together or helped each other out, he couldn't help but flashback to that night at the Gaslight where Lenny introduced his wife as a beautiful woman that was very funny and would one day be a household name. He shook his head, he'd been drinking a lot, yeah, he was just drunk and reading too much into things, they weren't crossing any lines, those two were friends at most and he was just drunk and jealous enough to read too much into it. Yeah, that was it, he just needed a good night's sleep. With one last shake of the head, he turned back around and made his way back to his room, he'd apologize to Midge tomorrow if his sober mind thought it was warranted.
Midge was already tipsy and it seemed Lenny was too because they were both drinking faster than they normally would, and that was saying a lot for a couple of stand up comics. They were at the end of their first drink before either of them said anything.
"So you didn't see my set tonight?"
"Afraid not."
"Damn, I killed it."
"Your ego really is an unstoppable monster, and I thought mine was bad."
"Oh shut it, you know damn well I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true." His only response was to cock a brow at her. "Okay, I'd only say it if it was one of my better shows."
"That sounds more like it. So, Upper West Side, how are you liking life as a traveling comic?"
She smiled brightly and started to talk faster, the way she did when she was excited about something, "I like it! And I'm pretty good at it if I do say so myself." Her smile slowly turned into a scowl, "Well, that is if you don't listen to my ex. You heard him, right? Can you believe he had the audacity to imply I was abandoning my kids?"
"Sounded bitter that he was the one stuck at home."
"Yeah!" She said loudly officially drunk now just as they raised their hands to order another round, "And also I think he's jealous, he was an aspiring comic for a long time."
"Really? Doesn't really hit me as the funny type."
"He's not. Believe me, it was a real slap of reality when I learned that he was stealing his whole act from Bob Newheart."
Lenny laughed and Midge realized she didn't hear that sound enough, she made it a mission of hers to get Lenny to laugh more, and not just the chuckle he does when he thinks her jokes are good but real laughs that are unencumbered. She was getting the feeling that he was always weighed down by a lot but maybe a real laugh now and again would lighten his load. She didn't always notice it but there were times he looked so tired, bags under his eyes, cheeks sunken in, but when he laughed he looked lighter. She considered herself a good friend, so she had no problem taking it upon herself to get him to laugh more.
Lenny leaned in closer to her, he wanted to say something along the lines of 'What did you ever see in a shmuck like that?' Or 'you could do so much better than him'. No, what he really wanted to say was 'I know I'm probably more fucked up than the worst parts of him and your doctor but maybe you'd be interested in giving me a chance?' Actually, that reminded him, "So, I take it things between you and the doctor didn't work out?"
A flash of something crossed her face for a second, truthfully he couldn't tell if it was regret or relief but he took it as a good sign that she moved in closer, "No, we sort of left it that if I was still interested after the six months I could call him and he'd let me know how he was feeling about us."
"Give me the tone here, are we happy? Sad? I can work with either, well, I'll be honest, I've much more experience with sad but I could try my hand at happy too."
She leaned in even closer, they were both past the line of intoxication now, "Can I tell you a secret?"
He took a long drag of his cigarette and looked at her with his brow cocked the whole time, when he replied he drew out the y in a way only Lenny could, "Always,"
"All I felt was relieved." At Lenny's surprised face, she continued, "No, really! I liked him well enough but I was only really doing it because I knew that's what my family wanted, I didn't want my mom upset that she had a divorced daughter that spent her nights out a bars telling dirty jokes and I didn't want my father worried about me anymore, their looks constantly guilted me into finding a new husband as quickly as possible."
"Ahh, there's no guilt quite like the guilt of a Jewish mother."
"You can say that again. Enough about me, now it's time I ask you an overly personal question."
"Uh-oh," This time it was Lenny to lean closer as he stubbed out his cigarette and finished off the last of this round, what was it, the third? Fourth? Yeah, fourth. "Alright, let's hear it."
"I specifically remember seeing a wedding ring on that finger the first few times we met, in fact, I'm almost positive I met the wife during one of the times either of us was in jail, when I bailed you out maybe? Yeah, that'd make sense, why would your wife pick me up from jail? That'd just be weird, especially considering we had never met…"
"You were checking out my finger, were you? Seeing if I was already involved? That's very interesting, I'm flattered, really, a beautiful woman such as yourself is interested in a degenerate like me."
"Oh you wish, I'm from the Upper West Side, of course, I notice jewelry."
"Sure, tell yourself that's all it was, I know the truth."
"Are you going to answer the question or not?" She asked as she accepted the offered cigarette from Lenny.
"I don't remember you asking me one."
She rolled her eyes and was about to call him out on being snakey for not answering before she realized he was right, she rephrased her question and Lenny raised his hand for yet another round but didn't speak until she put the cigarette in her mouth and lit it off of the lighter Lenny was graciously lighting for her. "Were you married?"
"Yeah, I was." He said after a long pause.
"Lenny, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
"No, no, it's fine, I got personal first, it's only fair. Yes, I was married, we tried to make it work but in the end, it didn't, and we got divorced. It's fine though, I have pretty open access to my kid even if she lives in California."
"You have a kid?!" She yelled before slapping her hand over her mouth, she was just getting too loud and too personal for such a public place. Okay, she was officially too intoxicated now, she should stop. Except, the bartender just placed a fresh glass in each of their hands, she knew Lenny was getting close to her level of drunkness because instead of getting annoyed by her question or shutting that line of questioning off, he was laughing, no, almost giggling at her version of trying to shut herself up. So she decided a little more time out with Lenny couldn't do any harm, they weren't hurting anyone and just having a good time. Famous last words echoed in her head though she couldn't hold onto them.
She woke up the next morning more comfortable and dare she say it, happy, than she had been in a long time, maybe ever. Joel was never a cuddler, neither was Benjamin, so to be wrapped up so snuggly with a strong man's arms around her pulled close to his body was a new and great way to wake up, she decided. She enjoyed the feeling before being awake enough to remember that this wasn't right, she wasn't involved with anyone, no one should be holding her like that, something happened last night, she tried to remember but it was all blurry.
'Okay, Midge, you can do this, just start from the beginning.' She told herself.
She remembered calling Joel out to Vegas for the day then that amazing show she had, she remembered the good time with Joel until he became a jerk, she remembered the huge fight in the middle of the ballroom, fuck, she hoped no one on their tour saw it and she definitely hoped no press saw it. Then there was Joel's hissy fit and him storming off, then… Lenny talking to her? No, that didn't make sense, why would Lenny Bruce be seeking her out in Sin City? No, she was right, it was Lenny, and he took her out for drinks, they were at that bar for hours, then… slots? Yeah, they played slots, the orange, lemon, and lime really should have been something, they were all citrus. Lenny laughed loudly at her constant upset at not winning, her getting upset and him laughing, him winning then her running around looking for a cup for Lenny to take his winnings but he was still too distracted by his own laughter. A small smile appeared on her lips at the memory, she also remembered the want to hear that laugh more and thought she did a pretty good job last night alone.
The rest of the night was blurry, maybe she became really angry that he was laughing at her, so she stormed off, met some random handsome man and brought him to her room, or maybe she went to his? That didn't really sound like her, but the only alternative was even crazier. Slowly she turned around, part of her hoping it was who she thought it was and part of her terrified by the notion. When she saw Lenny's face, for once looking peaceful in sleep, she smiled, content that she was with him. She never told this to anyone but she wanted this for a long time, wanted him for a long time. She never let herself go there because he didn't seem the type for a long time commitment and that was what she would want from him. They were friends and it wouldn't be worth chancing ruining that for one night of what she imagined was amazing sex. Fuck, and that was exactly what she did, and the worst part? She didn't even remember the amazing sex, it was all so blurry.
She was lost in her musings to the point that she didn't notice his eyes slowly opening. He went through almost the same thoughts as she did, not comprehending who was in front of him but happy that they were there, and then trying to piece the night together before realizing that he was holding Midge so closely. He resisted the urge to pull her closer, that'd make her realize he was awake and watching her. He'd wanted her for a long time, longer than he probably should have. Who was he kidding? Longer than he definitely should have, he was still married the first time he thought 'fuck she is the perfect woman, what I'd do to have a chance with her'. But ever since the divorce was finalized those fanciful thoughts and imaginings had been coming more often and more in-depth. His imaginings fooled him into thinking he could have a life with her, a house, a blended family, but those thoughts were insane, and things he never thought he'd have wanted again after getting divorced. She was way too good for a degenerate like him, especially one who was drowning in lawyer fees and court summons and liked to get his mind off it by getting higher than a fucking kite. He couldn't keep her in the lifestyle that she'd become accustomed. So he forced himself to just be happy with friendship, to come into and out of each other's life like two ships in the night. He was doing good at that for a while now, that was until he heard she was going to be in Vegas and he made a few gigs for himself just for an excuse to see her. How'd they get here? Was she upset when she realized it was him in bed next to her? He didn't think so going by that small smile on her face. What was going to happen now? And why the fuck were his underpants still on if they just spent the night together? Though he had to admit part of him was grateful that there might not be memories missing of something he'd been dreaming about for a long time.
Her eyes flicked back to his face and widened when she realized his were open now. Shyly she said, "Hey."
"Hey yourself."
"Quite the night." She said leadingly.
"Yeah, from what I remember of it."
"Oh good, so I'm not the only one." She said breathing a sigh of relief into her hands.
She was surprised when her left hand was roughly grasped and pulled from her face. She wanted to yell at him for grabbing her so roughly until she saw what he was staring at. "Wha—" she wasn't sure what else to say, there was no denying the wedding ring that was now on her finger.
She and Lenny got married? Now that the crazy thought entered her mind little snapshots of memories were becoming more clear, she remembered the chapel, how happy they were, the beautiful kiss, the hotter ones after they left. Fuck they got married. Or maybe, not fuck? Could it be a good thing? She already cared about him, a lot if she were being honest with herself, and now that the wedding ring was involved it was a lot easier to be honest. She knew it was crazy, that it wasn't thought out and there was a decent chance he'd want a divorce right away but she decided she didn't, she decided it was worth it to try and make it work because it was clear that both of them wanted to. If they didn't they wouldn't have gone to the wedding chapel, drunk or not.
While she was thinking things through Lenny got up and started looking around, he too started remembering more of the night after seeing the ring but he wanted to see if any more memories could be knocked loose, that's when he found the pictures on the dresser. He couldn't stop the fond quirk of his lips as he looked at them, they both looked so happy, so in love though he wouldn't say such crazy things out loud. He walked back to the bed and threw them in the line of Midge's eyesight where she was staring at the bed. Her eyes widened and she took them and looked through them a small smile grew on her lips. After a few moments, she looked up at Lenny cautiously.
"Lenny…"
"Midge…" He said sitting back on the bed, close to her but not too close to be considered entering her space. His eye kept flitting to the ring on her finger, he'd know that ring anywhere, it was his mother's ring. He had it on him, of course he did, he traveled with it and a few other trinkets everywhere he went. He didn't have many things of value but that was one of them so he didn't go on the road without it, the thing was, it was in his hotel room so they must have made a stop there at some point throughout the night too.
"Will you hear me out?"
"Don't I always?" He might have still been wearing his underwear but his pants were thrown sloppily on the floor by the bathroom so he got up again, ambled over there, dug through his pockets, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found his cigarettes, he also thanked his last night self for thinking ahead and getting a couple of acetaminophen tablets for the headache he had right about now. He walked over to the bathroom sink and put his mouth under it to get enough water to swallow the pills, then he saw there was a cup, filled it up walked it over to Midge, and handed her the two other tablets he had before sitting back down on the bed.
"Thank you," she said after she too took the pills, "Okay, as I was saying, hear me out till the end…" She opened her mouth to continue but there was a knock on the door. Lenny got up when they heard 'room service' from the other side. It seemed drunk Midge and Lenny really prepped to take care of themselves the next morning.
After Lenny opened the door and the food was brought in they ate in silence for most of their meal, and of course, it was Midge to speak first, "I think this could be a good thing!" Lenny just stared at her for a long time, so long that Midge was starting to become uncomfortable, so when she spoke again it was a little angrily and snappish, "Well, are you going to say anything?!"
"Are you done? You told me to hear you out to the end,, I didn't think it was only going to be one sentence long."
She felt a blush rise on her cheeks because he was right, "Yes… I mean no, I'm not done, no, actually yes, I'm done."
"You think getting married to me drunk in Vegas is a good thing?"
"Yes?" It came out more as a question but after a deep breath, she continued, this time more certainly, "Yes. I— well I like you and I think you like me, I think we have a shot of really being happy together if we actually try. Who else would understand us, our schedules, and our needs better than another comic? I mean, that is, if you feel the same way about me that I feel about you." The end came out shyly.
"You want to stay married to me?" Her heart broke a little at his sound of true bewilderment and disbelief.
"Yeah, I mean I'm willing to give this a shot if you are, I think it could be good, we could be good together."
Instead of verbally responding he went back to the bed, grabbed Midge by the hand, pulled her up, and bent down to meet her lips with his. The kiss started out slow, searching, feeling each other out but soon it became more heated, their passions ignited. It wasn't surprising when hands started roaming on each other and just as his hands reached the top of her underwear there was another knock on the door. He couldn't stop the groan of disappointment when she pulled away.
"Ignore it."
"I can't what if it's something about my show tonight?"
"Okay, okay," He said raising his hands in defeat, "Do what you have to do and I'll be here."
"Oh, I like the sound of that." She said with a sultry smile that promptly fell off her face when she heard the voice on the other side of the door.
"Midge, you in there? I wanna talk, I'm sorry about last night, alright?"
Great, her ex-husband was maybe the absolute last person she wanted to see right after she and her new husband decided to give their marriage an honest-to-God shot. She sighed.
