stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
dancefloor: eddie/steph.
As the dusk spilled into night and the fairylights twinkled above head and all around, illuminating the garden and the party's attendees in tiny bursts of light, slow songs and romantic cheesiness melted away into something a little more fun and lighthearted. This was a party after all, right? Once the guests had a pleasant buzz going and the DJ began to spin something with a good beat? Oh, it was on. And at the center of it all was the couple of the hour. Stephanie, in her lace and white, had already ditched her high-heeled purple shoes in favor of the beat up purple converse she and Eddie claimed had eaten up her time (and she would not confirm or deny anyone else's suspicions otherwise) almost immediately after their first dance as husband and wife. She had her first margarita on deck -- surprisingly green! -- and she was happier than she'd been in a long, long time. Dancing there on her wedding night.
It seemed impossible that they had come all this way and had finally made it here, and every now and then when she caught Eddie's eye, she marveled at the fact that he was her husband now. That she was Stephanie fucking Crystal Nashton, now. There was a stupid, lovestruck smile on her face most of the night, captured assuredly by the wedding photographer to be laughed at later when they received them all. She was just so happy. Unadulteratedly, stupendously happy. The past couple of months seemed like a distant blur in the presence of such a wonderful day. How could she have ever felt so sad when she was this joyful now? Wiggling on the dancefloor, dancing with her husband and her friends, her anxieties seemed so far away, Earth-3 was a distant memory, and the problems with the family didn't really register with her.
One upbeat, party song ended, and then Gold Digger started, and Steph cackled, pulling Eddie over to dance with her in their charming, nerdy sort of way they usually saved for their living room or kitchen when they were making dinner. Singing along loudly to the lyrics, shaking her hips almost completely along to the beat. "Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, but she ain't messin' with no broke, the broke."