Smed supposed he was wrong about Alfie. Maybe he was just who Paul needed. Paul's mother seemed to think so.
"See, Alfie's not nearly as bad as you thought he was." Smed told Natalie when they got together for their usual Friday nights. Sometimes, they went to the movies, or stayed in to cook. This time they were going dancing. Thanks to Alfie's suggestion. Although, Smed really wasn't sure how nifty he was on his feet. He'd seen some of her moves. Natalie was light on her feet. He felt as if he would just be weight, carrying her down.
"I dunno." Natalie still seemed stressed about him. "There is just so much I dunno about him anymore. Like, what's he really been up to? I hope he's OK now. Maybe he is, thanks to you."
"I wouldn't be thanking me." He pushed his thin tie up in place, and grabbed his jacket. "You're looking very Audrey Hepburn tonight." He then mentioned. No more talk about Alfie.
Natalie was wearing something very vintage in black lace. Her hair was up too.
"How did you find out about this place, anyhow?" Smed wasn't so sure he was that convincing in his sixtish attire.
"Its a Mad Men party, you know." She shrugged as if he should know. "You saw all the posters for it in the Student Union." It was practically a costume party. But their was a martini bar, and lots of music.
"As long as we can get our picture taken." He grinned then. But just in case they didn't, he called for Zeke to grab his camera. This was definitely a photo op. All though, seriously, he wanted pictures of Natalie in her retro-outfit, but Smed supposed he had to play his part too.