Re: dancefloor: eddie/steph.
Eddie was always impressed by the never-ending-holding bag of cleavage and seemed honestly amazed she had room for anything else in there. It was a little like watching Mary Poppins pull a lamp out of her traveling luggage, honestly. He looked at the picture, gave her the thumbs up and then stole another sip.
"Jason? Ugh, Stephanie." Eddie shook his head like he just didn't get it, though at the end of the day they really went for different kinds of people. Eddie thought Jason was too serious, too easily manipulated and there was nothing attractive about that. "That's embarrassing. I'm embarrassed for you." He gave her a dry look and then she could see a little glint suddenly shine in those dark browns. "I bet you wanted to take a rrriidde on his motorbike. I bet you wanted to brood and wise crack and listen to punk music togettherr." Eddie teased, entirely pleased with himself. "You know, he's here." The riddled man gasped and covered his mouth. "What if he's hoping we get divorced tonight and he can swoop in with his bad attitude and shiny hat? I mean helmet."