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Now that’s quite romantic of you, Alfred. And here I thought you were trying to be dirty with me.

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Can't the two go hand in hand?

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I suppose they can. You must be a romantic.

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As opposed to what? A dirty bloke who is just trying to get into your knickers?

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A lot of blokes are like that, Alfred.

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Well I'm not.

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That’s kind of refreshing.

Truth be told, I wouldn’t have minded if you’d talked dirty to me though.

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[a small pause.]

How dirty?

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I’m not easily offended.

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There's a difference between not being easily offended and actually liking that sort of thing.

Sides, there's some words I use that even you laid back Americans seem to consider too dirty.

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Maybe I do like it.

Like cunt?

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Do you?

Yes, that and twat.

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I do. Show me what you've got.

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Show? Well that's rather forward of you, here I thought you wanted me to tell you....

But all right.

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I do want you to tell me. Figure of speech. I chose poorly.

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No no, too late.
I'm already on my way over.

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Oh!

Uh.

Alright. You lucked out. I’m actually alone tonight.

Guess now you can tell me to my face.

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Well that's lucky, isn't it?

Not that it would have stopped me, I just might have had to apologize later to your parents.

Show and tell.

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[ Thank God they’re not home and her kids are with Joel. Midge is now scrambling to put on something presentable and ends up just throwing a robe over her nightgown. ]

I guess I’ll see you soon.

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You sure will.

[If she wasn't so flustered she might wonder how he knows exactly where she lives but then again, maybe not. She did give him some details and he is a clever bloke....

Either way, about 20 mins later there's a knock on her front door.]

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[ The wheels are turning in her head. She knows that she gave Alfred her phone number, but she doesn't think she gave him her address. Midge only told him that she lives in the Upper West Side. Maybe she should be more worried about him coming over.

Despite the fact that she's expecting him, Midge jumps when he knocks on the door. After checking through the peephole to make sure that it's him, she opens the door. ]

Hey...

[ She lets him in. Midge is wearing her robe, but her hair is still down. Thankfully, their conversation had started before she put her hair in curlers.

They look at each other for a moment, Midge stunned into silence for one of the few times in her life. ]

You're here.

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[When she opens the door she will find Alfred looking as sharp as usual, dressed in a heavy tan overcoat and blue turtleneck, a smirk already playing at the corners of his lips.]

Indeed I am.

[Despite her being in a robe his eyes stay on hers as he enters her home.]

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[ She can’t help but notice that he looks good. He’s a sharp dresser. ]

Can I get you a drink?

[ Midge laughs suddenly, a light and airy sound. ]

I can’t believe you actually came here to say dirty things to my face.

[ She has to admit, that’s ballsy, and the confidence is pretty hot. ]

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How about I get you one instead? [He replies with a cheeky grin and pulls a bottle of whiskey out of his coat pocket, there's a red bow wrapped around the top and he passes it to her.]

And it seemed the best course of action, messaging is good and all but it's hard to pick up on tone sometimes.

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[ She grins at the sight of the whiskey bottle. ]

Oh, you come bearing gifts? We have glasses in the living room.

[ Midge leads the way through the hall to their comfortable living room. The apartment gives off an air of money, but isn’t ostentatious. She retrieves two glasses from the bar cart and placed them on the coffee table before untying the bow and opening the bottle of whiskey.

Is it unladylike to have a drink with a gentleman when you’re in your nightgown and robe? Fortunately, Alfred is the only one here to see her.

She pours a little whiskey in each glass and hands him one of them before joining him on the couch. She takes a sip. ]

Better than a coconut Girl Scout cookie rum cocktail.

[ Alfred doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to cut to the chase of his visit, and Midge wonders if that’s supposed to heighten her anticipation of it. ]