Re: Eddie/Holly: late, near the food
She didn't need to recognize the guy in the suit to know who exactly he was on sight. The suit, the color and it was Edward N, Eddie Nashton, and that cake and margarita thing? Looked like the best idea she'd ever seen. She'd mostly skipped the drinks part. It wasn't like she was used to looking old enough to hold one in polite company and she wasn't used to polite company either. But the margarita thing was definitely on the list.
She didn't blush at being caught lifting, and she lifted her chin and brazened it the fuck out, because there were so worse things she could be doing right now. "Your wife is the one in the lace dress," she said, and the blond across the room she'd spotted earlier was tiny and gorgeous and looked like she was having the best day of her life. That wasn't a guess anyone was giving prizes for.
She hadn't realized Selina had asked first, or that maybe a wedding meant gifts. There weren't invites to weddings every day: Holly didn't know a single person in Gotham who got married and even tried for happy-ever-after. "You got a guy fired?" Grin. "I didn't bring you anything," she told Eddie without batting an eyelash, "It's in the mail. I totally checked the registry," and another shameless grin, "I look like I bought you silverware, didn't I?"