stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
Re: dancefloor: eddie/steph.
Stephanie flashed him a flat look. "You're supposed to talk about my other redeemable qualities, too. My witty remarks, my beautiful brain, the way I can kick a goon's ass twelve ways to hell." Rolling her eyes, she dragged her finger around the rim of the glass to pick up those large chunks of salt before holding it up to his mouth. "You're one of a kind, baby. I promise you that." And he was. Not just because he was a rogue or of their shared history when she was a kid or because he was technically almost quadruple her age when it was all added up, but because they had something special. They had a real, honest to god connection that she'd never had with anyone before. She'd loved before, sure, but that couldn't even compare to the all-encompassing and overwhelming want and need and adoration for the green, riddled man that was now her husband. He was her husband. That made him more than special enough.
And she knew he was woefully oblivious to getting hit on, and that was both a good and bad thing. Good that she was the only thing that caught his attention, bad for all the other girls who even though they could get away with it if Steph knew. Whoops.
Her hand tangled messily with his as they rested on the bar, and she took another sip without hesitation, swallowing down the sweet burn of tequila before humming as she thought of a good question. A tap, tap, tap of her finger on her lips before she snapped. "Do you actually like this Gotham? This one here. The one that is mobs and no rogues and not really home at all. Do you like any of it at all?"