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[lovehurried]

@rainbowsongs​ said: “You’re not my wife.”

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They’ve been here before. Granted, that was on the opposite side of the country, when all that was between them was a shared ride in the back of a squad car, but they’ve been here before all the same. Her being here now makes more sense than it did then, if you think about it that way; she’s not a spurned housewife bailing out an infamous comedian anymore - she’s bailing out her friend.

Susie isn’t happy, obviously. They’d been sitting in the bar of their hotel with Shy and his band and the girls who sing backup for him, and Midge was already a couple of martinis deep when word reached their group via the drummer that Tommy Hughes had been arrested during his set earlier that night. She hadn’t known they’d ended up in the same city as one another, but she isn’t surprised - coincidences are kind of their thing, after all.

She made her excuses pretty quickly after that, to no small amount of teasing from her new friends - not that it phased her (Shy had even been the one to make sure the front desk called her a cab). Even Susie’s complaining hadn’t stopped her - she can bear the wrath of her manager for the sake of seeing her friend. For the sake of engaging, once again, in their seemingly never ending exchange of favours. Bail money, booze, cigarettes and joints smoked behind clubs, and some kind of deep understanding that Midge still can’t quite explain to herself tie the two of them together, and right now nothing in the world makes as much sense as the fact she’s standing here in a police station in a city she doesn’t know, blue eyes taking in just a hint of bemusement in Tommy’s expression as he looks her up and down from where he’s stopped halfway down the stairs.

The greeting wins a smile from her - one so bright and genuine that it makes her, clad in part of her pop-sensation-funded new wardrobe, seem even more out of place in the precinct. She doesn’t reply until after she’s turned away to take the bail receipt from the guy behind the desk, giving Tommy enough time to join her at the bottom of the stairs.

“Y’know, unlike the first time you said that to me, I’m not anyone’s wife.” That is, perhaps, the single most blasé way she could possibly have come up with of mentioning that her divorce was finalised before she came out on tour.

She looks away from him while she slips the receipt into her purse, and then glances back up with just the slightest raise of her eyebrows. “What did you say this time?”

[defactomatriarch-a]

either worn rug or space ship / hanna falk cross ?? (runedcross) i think it'd be awesome to see him in your style??

     – xiss0r palette meme ;; accepting

WE LOVE A BOY NAMED HANNA!

[retroreflective]

@rainbowsongs / steve !

“Are you Captain America?” 

Question that would normally be accompanied by reverie sounds distinctly unimpressed coming from the young boy— slight wrinkle in his nose, fingers fiddling at his side ( switching between tugging at each other and the fabric of his jeans ). He’s almost nervous, not having expected any introductions to other avengers to happen without his guardian for the day. 

[grcndel]

if 5.0.5 could still speak, he’d call gren froggy (mostly bc it’s easier for him to say) instead he’ll give him a drawing of a frog instead. same meaning, right?

oh, he’s  …  not  …  getting teary-eyed.or  tacking this up on the corkboard behind the bar.absolutely not.

           that’d be  stupid.

[guiltycharge--a]

rainbowsongs replied to your post: 

YES

don’t encourage me

[lovehurried]

SURPRISE STARTER  •  @rainbowsongs​  •  Tommy Levi

The pit in her stomach is easier to ignore when she sees him making his way back over to her, mostly because as soon as her gaze meets his all she can think of is that she’s proud of him. And that’s crazy, isn’t it? How he’s gone from someone she knew about because Joel took her to his gigs, to someone she knows. Someone she’s sat in bars and diners and the back of a police car with, who somehow always seems to turn up exactly when she needs his particular brand of friendship. She’s glad she’s been able to return that favour tonight.

A smile tugs at her lips with surprising ease, given the road her thoughts had wandered down while she’d been watching him. Those thoughts are pushed as far away as possible as he comes to stand in front of her - tonight is his night, and she’s not about to ruin that.

“Come on, I’m buying you a drink.”

[lovehurried]

@rainbowsongs​​ said:           “i am more confused than i was before.”

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She smiles, the look in her eyes somewhere between conspiratorial and teasing, and with her next step she gently tugs herself closer to his side with the hand she has on his arm. “I told you, you’ll get used to Susie, I promise. She’s just a little intense about the comedy thing. And about me. But she means well - she’s just trying to look out for me.”

Midge turns her head to look at him properly then, blue eyes searching his face in the dark. Her expression now isn’t one that sits on her features all too often; it’s vulnerable, even if her tone remains unchanged. “You really liked it, though? My set? You can be honest with me, now Susie’s not breathing down your neck.”

[lovehurried]

@rainbowsongs​​ said:           “how often do you get this lucky?”

•  MEME  •  The Newsroom (Season 1) Sentence Starters  •  accepting!

“What, lucky enough for a private audience with the Tommy Hughes?” She’s smiling, the cigarette that’s burning down between her fingers momentarily forgotten as she casts a sidelong look at the man beside her. They’re both lit only by dim streetlight as they sit side by side on a stoop a little way down the block from the dingy club she’d played that night - Tommy in his usual uniform of a black suit and tie, white shirt with the collar unbuttoned, Midge in a fitted purple dress that’s currently hidden beneath the orange swing coat she’s pulled closer to herself to ward off the late-autumn chill that hangs in the air.

She doesn’t ask how he knew where to find her. She’s just glad of the company, of time spent with a friend who isn’t Susie or Imogene - the two extremes of companionship that she seems to find herself caught between these days; no-nonsense manager who she’s starting to be pretty sure would happily fight someone on her behalf, and the best friend who, much as Midge loves her, does rather serve as a reminder of the life she’d had before.

Right now, though, it’s easy to let that train of thought drift away from her. She’d been good tonight. The crowd had been easy to win over, Susie had almost been grinning when Midge had stepped out of the spotlight, and then she’d spotted Tommy leaning on the bar with a half-empty rocks glass in hand. It was like the pieces for a genuinely good night had all just fallen into place. The three of them had lingered for a little while, using up the last of Midge’s drinks tokens and idly making conversation until Susie had made a pointed comment about the time.

She’d left them somewhat reluctantly, clearly not sure which of the two of them she needed to send semi-threatening looks at more, but even that had just made Midge smile. They’d wandered out once they’d finished the last of their free drinks, but clearly haven’t made it far. The last thing she wants, really, is to go back to her parents’ apartment just yet.

So they’ve been sitting here, more or less ignored by anyone walking past, and honestly? Midge is perfectly content to stay here for the rest of the night. That smile of hers certainly isn’t going anywhere.

“More often than a lot of people, but not as often as I’d like.”