stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
Re: dancefloor: eddie/steph.
Stephanie groaannneeddd and slapped her palm to her forehead. "Shut up, I know. I know, Eddie." She swatted at his chest when he shot her that look. "Shut ya trap, ya jackass," she practically begged of him, Gotham accent coming out in that cute little slur that was trying so hard to be tough. It just ended up adorable.
"Oh shit, he is?" She wiggled her eyebrows and nudged him with her elbow. "Goddammit, I told him to wait until you and I were leaving the reception to take me away from you." She sighed, like her plan was completely ruined, and turned to face her husband. "First- first off, he hit on me first, I think. I don't remember most of it. Whatever. SECONDLY," she continued, pointing her finger up in the air, flat look shooting right back at her riddled man, "there was what, no cute boys around. What, flirt with my brothers? With the bat." She stuck her tongue out, purple-green and bright. "That was also when I met Captain Dreamy and started crushin' on him. Times were desperate and hard, and I couldn't rely on strippers." Another flat look, and a loooong sip of the margarita. "Your turn, Nashton."