Don's drinking alone in his office when he hears the janitor doing the floors outside. God, Don, with Lucky Strike line-iteming everything, how can the firm afford your liquor bills? He heads out, but not before exchanging a nod with the guy that's probably fairly awkward for both sides.
Peggy turns up at the party, which is in the sort of run-down commercial-looking space you'd expect. She eventually finds Joyce, who's chatting with a woman of color she introduces as "Sharon, one of Davey's models." Peggy, like a good Catholic girl, asks Sharon what her mother said about her nude modeling, and Sharon admits she doesn't know about it. I wouldn't risk it, Peggy. Your mom seems like the type to find out everything. Noticing a film playing on a screen in the next room, Peggy asks what it is, and Joyce tells her Davey screws around with movies, too. "He's not as good at it." Peggy asks if there's any beer, but Joyce offers to smoke her out instead, and she readily accepts. While she's puffing away, however, Joyce leans in to kiss Peggy on the neck, and Peggy's like, "Whoa! How about dinner first!" Well, not exactly, but when Joyce explains that she's "hungry," Peggy tells her she has a boyfriend, getting this response, "So? He doesn't own your vagina!" Now, I almost never am bothered by the fact that the dialogue on this show is often a bit more modern than is realistic, but I do wonder whether this term was bandied about even by lesbians at sixties happenings. And regardless, I'm not sure how we got Down There quite so fast, but Peggy has the comeback to make everything okay: "No, but he's renting it!" Nice. And I'm not particularly surprised at Peggy's non-reaction to Joyce's orientation, although it does make me wonder if she still hangs out with my beloved Kurt.