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“So…”
“So what?” Bruce asks, shifting Selina’s bare legs off his lap so he can reach the wine bottle. He pours a generous glassful and hands it over.
“So why’s your hair full of tiny braids? Doesn’t look half bad, by the way. You should absolutely go in to work like that tomorrow.”
“For someone who crashes on my couch without a word of warning and steals my sweater to boot-”
“Blah, blah, blah.” Selina takes a sip of her drink, plopping her legs right back onto Bruce. “So, the braids?”
“Eddie had a bad night.”
Selina winces in sympathy. “Poor guy. Is he okay now? Where is he?”
Bruce chuckles, remembering. He pours a second glass for himself and drinks.
"Diedre and Nina decided he needed some 'girl time'. So they kidnapped him for a spa day."
Selina chuckles.
"No, I mean it. His bed was empty this morning, the window was wide open, and there was a note on the pillow."
"What are their demands?"
Bruce shrugs. "There weren't any. They're bringing him back later this evening."
“Better lock the doors,” Selina deadpans.
She reaches out to toy with a braid. Bruce lets her.