<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/99/MaggieDelaney.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Maggie Delaney</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Dining Room, 55 Beacon Street</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Frank Walters, Harrison Cartwright, Maxine White, others</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Dinner with friends, and with some new acquaintances</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>"I suppose not ... Maxi, is it?" Maggie replied. "You look awfully familiar to me, though ... perhaps you've been at the Orpheum Theater, of late? I thought I might've seen you there." Maggie thought of adding more, but didn't ... she didn't quite feel like saying<em>I was auditioning as a burlesque singer and dancer there the past few days, perhaps you don't recognize me without the ostrich feathers, or maybe the fact I'm actually wearing more than pasties is confusing you?</em>But instead, she simply took a bite of the Cornish game hen that had just been served - it was succulent and juicy, and utterly delicious.<br/><br/>"I'm Maggie Delaney, by the way," Maggie said to Maxine. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I must confess, I'm not from Boston ... are you from here, like Frank?" She gazed admiringly at the dark-haired woman, trying not to let her eyes linger too long on her beauty.<em>She's the sort of girl Dash liked bringing back to the bedroom for a</em>ménage à trois, Maggie thought wistfully. There was plenty about her former partner and lover that Maggie regretted, but his taste in women - and his wild, randy behavior in the bedroom - was something she knew she'd miss.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Maggie turned her attention to Frank for a moment. She listened and smiled as he regaled the table with his tale of taking a vagrant to dinner ... it reminded her of why she liked him so much. She couldn't imagine doing the same in his shoes, and yet he'd done so without a second thought. It made her grateful to have friends like him ...<br/><br/>... and like Harrison. As she spoke with Maxine and listened to Frank, she quickly slipped one hand under the table, placing it on Harrison's thigh to give his leg a gentle squeeze.  She turned her head slightly and gave the man a flirty wink, before returning her hands back above the table to take another bite of that delicious hen.