stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
[Steph didn't revel in coming home and puking her guts out all the next morning while her husband either a) laughed, b) chided her or c) doted on her. Truthfully? It'd feel too much like morning sickness in her weird, twisted way, and she wanted to steer so clear of any sort of pregnancy stuff after their conversation. Her drink came, and so did the shots, but she didn't take it just yet.]
Yeah, I'm sure it is. I'm not sure how much Eddie's talked to her. I can poke him for you and see. [Steph laughed.] Well, I'm saying that there's two years of shit in this door. Seven for me if you count the time I left and came back. Is there anything you really want to know about? Anyone?