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madison_avenue (madison_avenue) wrote in silverage,

It had been a long - Wednesday? No, Thursday, that's right, he was meeting Tony - Thursday. Or at least, it had felt that way. Business was always slower in the summer, picking up again in late August to prepare for the Christmas season, but this July had been particularly rough on Sterling-Cooper. Procter and Gamble withdrew their Pampers account, the Selectric typewriters sales were starting to slow, and Heineken, after weeks of teasing Sterling-Cooper with their account, finally went over to DDB. For these reasons, among others, Don was already starting on his third martini by the time Tony walked in.

He, like his colleague, genuinely enjoyed lunch with Tony. Unlike Roger, who was prone to sudden bouts of conscience followed by sudden dives into depravity, Tony kept a steady pace firmly in playboy-hood. It was easy to listen to him go on about his new arm candy of the week, not out of some crass voyeurism, but because Tony made it so engaging. It was matter-of-fact, honest. Open. And it's why the public loved him. He was unabashedly a scoundrel, but in the way that Cary Grant was a scoundrel. It was want everyone secretly wanted.

Despite the amount of gin he had imbibed over the course of the day, Don stood with ease, smoothing the front of his jacket with one hand as he stuck out the other for Tony to shake.

"Stark," he announced with a grin. "Get anything done today?"

He motioned towards the waiter, who dashed off to get more drinks for the pair.