Re: dancefloor: eddie/steph.
"Why should I bother when you're so good at tooting your own horn?" Eddie asked with that returned dryness and then sucked on her finger covered in salt with enough pressure to make it pop when she pulled it out of his mouth. "You're one in a million trillion." Eddie rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, not giving a damn how hallmark card that sounded and kissed her, salt still sticking to his lips.
The question made him roll his head at her dramatically as if she had just committed some social faux paux and if they weren't married, he'd end this date right here. "What's there to like? The mob that ate up the entire town? The lack of bats and rogues? The heavy smog without any of the color?" Eddie was stacking the deck with as many negatives as he could. But, he asked for truth and she knew just how to hit him when she wanted to.
"Fine." Eddie looked out over the crowd and there was a moment of somberness. "I love my neighborhood. I love Frank's family and how tough they are. I love the museums here, some of them are still pretty good and no one really breaks into them anymore. I love Wonder City. I still do. I went to the Iceberg Lounge and I had this wish that Ozzy was here to sell twenty dollar t-shirts and talk about how great it is going legit. I love the girls we live next to. I love that there's still a decent baseball team. I love that there's a million different places I have memories with you here."
Eddie sighed at his rambling and tugged his hand away from hers. "And I hate that you just got me to say all of that shit."