steph/cat: the mean-eyed cat
[A grin.] See you tonight. [Click.]
[Stephanie considered showing up in her blues, but decided against it. Instead with blonde hair pulled back a denim shirt and a scarf underneath heavier winter wear, something casual and out of uniform. She'd save that for days where official business needed to be conducted at the bar. But, for now, this was a personal visit. She was thrilled to see Selina again, after more than a year away from her, away from this. There were jitters still, of course, of being back around the people that (theoretically) knew her best, but the year away had changed some things in Steph. The heaviness on her shoulders wasn't as visible. The bags under her eyes mostly disappeared. Her cheeks were fuller. Generally, she looked a lot fucking happier than she had in ages.
The bar itself brought back memories of those dirty dive bars in Gotham that she loved to frequent, and she grinned as the door closed, leaving the cold air on the other side. She unbundled as she strolled up to the wooden bar, past paraphernalia and regulars, right to an empty spot and an empty stool.]