[The air is bracing, and once she's out in the open, Selina closes her eyes and tilts her head back, filling her lungs. Everything always sounds better, up here - the city was still there, a comforting backdrop of noise, but quieter. It was like the city giving her a place to think.
She's a few drinks shy of him, and she hasn't been drinking like this for the past God knows how many days, weeks, like he has. It helps clear her head a little, of the thrum of the speakers downstairs, the crowd of too many bodies.
Turning around to face Bruce, she lets her mouth quirk up in a half smile.]
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She's a few drinks shy of him, and she hasn't been drinking like this for the past God knows how many days, weeks, like he has. It helps clear her head a little, of the thrum of the speakers downstairs, the crowd of too many bodies.
Turning around to face Bruce, she lets her mouth quirk up in a half smile.]
Just going to stand there?