[ It's a little bit because she's having a hard time keeping in a straight line, but it's mostly because Tommy's warm, and solid, and really fucking attractive, and Eddie's trying to be cool and not make a fool of herself.

Which is easier said than done, especially when Tommy brings up Stevie again.

There's a curl of disappointment that springs to life somewhere in her chest, a little resigned sigh that tries to make itself known in the back of her head, but she tries not to focus on that. People have been lusting after Stevie since well before she and Eddie started hanging out. Their first manager had tried to get her to give up drums to play something more audience-facing so they could capitalize on her long, long legs and movie-star hair, but Stevie had refused. She liked being in the back, liked keeping an eye on everyone. ]

Yeah, she's great. [ To her credit, she doesn't even sound bitter. Stevie is great. She's also a total smokeshow, and Eddie can't fault Tommy for noticing. ] Takes looking out for us really seriously. She's like the big sister I never had, except she's a year younger than me.