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For Alfred Pennyworth (flippin_peachy)

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The “divorce party” ends up being more of a social gathering for Midge to see some friends she hasn’t seen in a while, and for her show off Alfred. She set a period of time in the evening for people to drop in at the apartment for cocktails and hors d'oeuvres. People have been in and out, but it’s been a good showing so far. Midge ended up inviting Joel, though he said he’d be there later in the evening. If he comes at all. Midge kind of wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t.

Alfred’s been charming and everyone keeps asking him where he’s from. He’s a good conversationalist and he’s held his own against Midge’s friends. During a lull, she slides up next to him, wrapping an arm around him. She’s wearing a form-fitting black dress that she looks absolutely stunning in.

“Enjoying yourself?” She asks.

Thank you for writing this 💜

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Alfred is nervous at first, he always is when he has to mingle with people who are from a higher class than him, a part of him worries that they'll be able to smell the fact that he's from East London and will judge and shun him. Those worries quickly fade when he realizes that no one knows where or what Whitechapel is and the people here think he sounds 'just darling' and he relaxes and actually starts to enjoy himself.

When Midge comes over he leans in to kiss her cheek, grateful for the break in trying to impress her friends.

"No one has thrown a drink on me yet so yes, I am."

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Fortunately, most Americans know nothing about London and what parts are the posh bits. Alfred would have been in a much worse position if he were from Staten Island or, God forbid, New Jersey.

Midge smiles at the kiss. “Thankfully, none of my friends are that rude. Everyone loves your accent.”

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"Hopefully that's not the only thing they love." He muses and slips an arm around her waist, pulling her in a little closer.

"You having fun?"

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“Well, the reviews I’m hearing so far are that you’re delightful and funny. Five stars.” Midge kisses him again.

“I am, actually. Who knew a divorce party would be fun?”

Maybe it means that she’s finally come to terms with what Joel did and her marriage ending.

[ OOC: want to have Alfred meet some of the people from her canon? Joel? Her manager Susie? ]

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"Not as funny as you, obviously."

Because she's the real comedian here and he will never stop on her toes like that.

"I was a little worried it would be awkward but it's actually turned into one of the better parties I've been to in a while."

[ooc: sure! So long as you don't mind writing them. 😊]

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“I’m a professional,” she replies, “but you make me laugh, so you’re pretty good too.”

They’re next to the minibar, so Midge turns to it and begins to make herself another martini. “Want another drink?” she asks. The other guests are occupying themselves, so she’s happy to spend this time with Alfred.

[ OOC: no problem! ]

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"That's some pretty high praise."

He says, watching her make her drink with a little smile. She looks absolutely gorgeous tonight and when she puts down the martini shaker he slips in to steal a kiss.

"Sure, but first I needed a little taste of you."

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She smiles against his mouth. “What do I taste like?” Midge asks cheekily.

After pouring out her martini into a glass, she turns back to Alfred. “What can I get you?”

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"Like sweetness and spice, and a hint of booze." He says with a little grin.

"I'll have whiskey on the rocks."

He's a simple type, usually sticking to a pint of beer or whiskey.

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“Coming right up,” she says, putting a hand on his chest and giving him another lingering kiss — until someone shouts at them to get a room.

Midge rolls her eyes at the person, then starts making Alfred’s drink. “Another question I’ve gotten asked a lot is how we met.”

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Alfred doesn't miss a beat, he flips the person off using the two finger British style, just to keep it a little less crude.

"And did you tell them we met by playing a word association game or did you come up with a more interesting lie?"

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“No, I told them the truth,” she replies before handing him his drink. “I don’t think there are many couples who can say they met that way. Cheers.” Midge clinks her martini glass against his.

A short, masculine-looking woman has just arrived at the party and Midge nudges Alfred with her elbow.

“That’s Susie, my manager,” she says. “I’m kind of surprised it’s taken her this long to meet you.” Susie usually wouldn’t have bothered to wait for an introduction. She would have just tracked Alfred down and confronted him. Midge wonders why she hasn’t yet. “I’d like to apologize for her in advance.”

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[ooc: just a heads up that I have a busy work week this week so I'm going to have to drop our tfln thread.]

He clinks his glass against hers and takes a sip, his eyes shifting upwards to the person Midge is pointing out.

"Why?" He asks, clearly curious as to why she is apologizing so soon about the short woman who is currently grabbing herself a beer. "Is she going to challenge me to a duel or something?"

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[ OOC: no problem! Hope your week goes well! ]

Beer in hand, Susie makes a beeline for Midge and Alfred. Before Midge can even say anything, Susie is sizing Alfred up.

“So, this is the British guy?” She asks. “Well, he’s not weird-looking.”

“Why would he be weird-looking?” Midge asks somewhat defensively.

“All British people are weird looking,” Susie says.

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"By weird looking do you mean too pale and with bad teeth?" Alfred asks, lifting his eyebrows at Midge. His tone isn't snarky, just mildly curious.

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“He doesn’t talk like the Queen,” Susie comments. “Let me see your teeth.”

“Susie!,” Midge says, incensed. “He’s not a horse. What the hell are you doing.”

“Making sure he’s worth whatever distraction he’s going to be for you.”

Midge rolls her eyes and looks at Alfred. This is what she had been apologizing for.

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"Course I don't talk like the Queen, she's a posh bird. Like Midge." He says with a little smile because once again, Americans just can't tell the difference between regional accents.

"And I promise to only distract her when she's not on stage."

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Susie looks at Midge. “Oh, I’m sorry, Your Majesty.”

“I’m not that posh,” Midge replies. “A ‘posh bird’ is—“

“Yeah, yeah, I know what it is,” Susie cuts in. She does not know what it is. The British have weird slang. Her eyes give Alfred another wary once over. “Well, the quality of her performances hasn’t slipped yet, so I guess I’m fine with you.”

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"Gee thanks." He quips back, tipping a wink to Midge to show her he doesn't mind Susie's brash attitude and then grows slightly more serious.

"But seriously, Midge isn't the first performer I've known. I understand it takes a lot of work to be successful so I'm not going to do anything to hinder that."

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“Do you date a lot of performers?” Susie asks, an eyebrow raised.

“He’s not dating me because he thinks he’s going to cash in if I hit it big, if that’s what you’re implying,” Midge retorts.

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"No, I've only dated one other, she was a stage actress."

He says and then shifts gears to make sure he doesn't have to talk about Esme anymore.

"What about you Susie? Do you date often?"

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Alfred is very good at hiding his reactions. Susie probably didn’t even notice that anything was amiss, but Midge felt it in the way that Alfred’s arm tightened ever so slightly around her waist and a slight dip in his smile. Micro reactions that she’s come to notice in the time that they’ve been together. Midge knows there’s someone from the past, someone Alfred doesn’t like to talk about.

Susie just stares blankly at Alfred for a moment before turning back to Midge.

“I booked you at Mr. Lu’s in Chinatown next week.”

“Is that a Chinese restaurant?” Midge asks.

“No. It’s a club. The manager promised me you’d have the 9:00 slot. If he bumps you, I get to punch him in the face.”

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Yeah he had an idea that would make Susie switch gears and Alfred's smile becomes a bit more natural again.

"Are all managers here in America so protective of their clients or is Susie just one of the better ones?"

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“Susie’s a bulldog,” Midge replies. “She probably wants me to get bumped so that she can punch the guy.”

They chat for a few more minutes, then Susie wanders off. She probably won’t stay for too much longer.

“She’s not one for small talk,” Midge tells Alfred, “but she really believes in me.”