quicklog: selina/steph -- marvel penthouse.
[Selina got an acknowledging blink, and then nothing else. Stephanie was at the manor for the first time in a long time, and she pulled herself out of her fluffy bed shared with Bandit, Iris, and Flounder to shower and dress. She wanted to do a litany of things -- lay in bed for hours, break priceless glassware, go out patrolling -- but she thought that drinking with Selina might be the safest bet for everyone involved. When the mirror fogged up, she wiped her hand across the condensation and took in the purple bags underneath her eyes. At the tiredness in her face and the lines of red in her eyes. Sighing deeply, she rubbed her face and continued to get ready.
Little over a half hour after she spoke to Selina, she stepped out into the hotel hallway and headed towards the Marvel door. An expensive bottle of scotch she nicked from Bruce's cabinet (he wouldn't miss it, right?) hung from one hand, mostly full (maybe she had a glass before she left Gotham. She tried her hardest not to think of the disastrous last couple of weeks. Every single awful conversation she had with Eddie. Biting back a tiny, sad noise at the thought, she nudged the door that was propped ajar, poking her head in.] Selina? [Her blonde hair fell around her face in a mess of curls, her blue eyes hidden behind a pair of thick frames. She wore a simple purple sweater and a pair of dark jeans, and it was clear she was trying to look casual. Like she was in control. She stepped in more fully, closing the door behind her.] Selina?