Re: Eddie/Holly: late, near the food
That kid was seriously cute. And she liked kids, you had to when you grew up in bunks stacked to the ceiling and the only people who bothered with you were the other kids shoved in. Misery loved company and she'd liked the babies. The older kids found it sad that the littles had been shoved into the system, but Holly figured the babies were way more likely to find 'forever families' or at least not go down the drain. And sometimes? They were even happy.
But kids that looked like that, all powdered-sugar and big blue eyes and joy had moms that didn't exactly go for teenage hookers touching their kids. So she didn't touch. She almost but it was a curl of fingers into her hand, all half-bitten nailpolish hidden in the creases of her palm and she turned a bright naughty-sunshine smile to the bride because Stephanie Nashton didn't need introducing at all.
"Hi," Holly said and she waved, little finger curl. "Nice party. I'm Holly. And Selina totally told me to crash," she said unrepentant in tight, cheap black and dirty Converse sneakers and a big grin that said she didn't give a crap if she was caught or not. "Your tats are awesome," she said admiringly, skipping admiring the dress. Everyone liked the dress. That was the whole point of wedding dresses. But the tats? Were fabulous.
"You can't turn the baby rogue before it turns two," she informed Eddie, with a toss of blond curls. "That's practically a rule. Everyone knows."