12799/Up In the Club

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Up In the Club
Date of Scene: 15 September 2022
Location: VIP Lounge - Hellfire Club
Synopsis: Janet and Val spend some time bonding at the HFC.
Cast of Characters: Janet van Dyne, Valeria Richards




Janet van Dyne has posed:
Valerie and Janet have plenty of mutual social space. Enough that they can both get into the Hellfire Club without needing to enter as 'guests'. Reputation and family holds a lot of weight in the HFC, in keeping with the tradition of New England's elite and celebrated.

Their bar-height counter is right next to the invisible wall over the dance floor, giving them a view of the other young and beautiful people enjoying the music down below.

"You really should swing by my club sometime," Janet tells Valerie. "I don't pull in the same crowd as we do here, but it's a lot of the young up-and-comers in New England. You'd be amazed how many struggling actors made it big and came back to my club later to celebrate."

Janet's dressed to kill; a one-piece dress in sparkling silver, with a thigh-length skirt hem. The shirt front forms a horizontal demarcation just below her collarbone, and the plunging back puts most of her bare shoulders and spine on display. Her open-toed cone heels don't just coordinate, they have the exact same semi-reflective silvering on them. Even her fingernails and toenails coordinate, and everything's set off with platinum and diamond jewelry at her ears, wrist, and finger.

"Next time I throw a party, I'll make sure you're on the VIP list," she assures Val. "Private booth, free everything-- name it and it's yours," she assures the blonde. "And, a -lot- of eye candy to enjoy."

A waiter walks over and bows obsequieously, hands clasped loosely in front of him. "Can I get you ladies anything to drink?" he offers.

Valeria Richards has posed:
One of the benefits of being a member of the Hellfire Club, even as a legacy. No one is going to card you. Handy when some or actually a lot of places she could go to with Jan probably would at the door let alone at the bar itself.

Being famous and looking extra kick ass in a somewhat Fantastibiker look. A white leather jacket with blue piping around the pads on her shoulders, back and sleaves while zippers and buckles all gleame in chromed steel. The jacket left open to show a low cut backless halter necked bustier in blue, and a Van Dyne design. The girl's cleavage pushed up via underwiring in the top and only a couple straps leading to the collar around her neck. Jeans in a darker blue, custome restored from many a vintage pair of Levi and snug enough you'd find yoga pants getting jealous. There's a white belt slung through a single loop in her waistband while her boots while leatether and white like her jacket might not be ideal for riding. Not that she drove at all. The buckles and zippers securing the boots and five inches or so of stiletto heel in more chromed steel.

The real miracle is that Valeria finally seemd to have mastered wearing them. Many a time had she fallen over in learning.

Now she can positively shake it. Just don't ask for advanced choreography.

So shake it she is while she's with Janet watching the dancers groove and sway to the music coming from the sound system.

The only thing that's metallic and not chrome or silver on Valeria are the two gold rings that activate her Val Suit around her middle fingers. Much as she likes to party. Sometimes the responsibiliy still hits her. This might result in an extra hard beating if her nighyt is disrupted.

Tonight is party night though. The waiter getting a playful smile. "You could grab us something bubbly. Swipe it from Shaw's stash if you can. Blame the White Princess if he complains!" she says with a giggle. "Oh wow that really sounded bad when it left my mouth." she adds and laughs. She might already be on the side of lit.

"Totally, if it's your place I'm down. This place has it's benefits but if it's all around our age then we can probably get just as wild without the overhead of stuffy old money boomer white men staring at our asses or wanting to do more." she points out and grins. A wiggle of her own behind abusing those jeans.

"And there's always eyecandy when you're around that's a dead certainty!" she reminds with the designer with a wink.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet laughs gaily at Valerie's flirty compliment. "That was a pretty good line," she congratulates the blonde. "Keep it up and you're gonna end up permanently in my good graces." She looks back to the waiter. "Champagne's fine, but bring me a little bourbon on ice. Something old enough to rent a car," she requests of him, and dismisses him by looking back at Val.

"I'd say we have a rule against old people in my club, but I used to let my ex in there, so that rule kinda went out the window for a while." The attempt at dry humor betrays just a hint more emotion than Janet might otherwise have preferred. "But yeah, it's--" she shifts in her seat, fingers pinching her skirt in place as she recrosses her legs under the table. "You know, for people who just want to get out and have a good time. Not stare at *other people* having a good time," she clarifies. "Especially creepy old boomers." She looks out on the dance floor below and shudders minutely. "I mean, I respect the hustle of the girls who play the field for sugar daddies, but that's definitely *not* my jam."

Valeria Richards has posed:
When the drinks are brought out and it's some champagne and some borubon for both of them, Val finally sits herself down beside the Winsome Wasp and grins. "I'm getting better with chatting people up. But ugh, the examples of that kinda stuff. So gross. That's some team switching cringe." Val hadn't dated any men in a while now.

Legs cross at the thighs as if she was wearing a skirt, some habits in muscle memory at least. "The last guy could at least pass for younger but still. Maybe not club kid passable. It would have been funny to put him in an iridescant version of his suit and then drop him in a black light dance floor. Bet it'd scare him outta his wits!" she suggest with a grin. A dancing wave oif her arms as she does 'The Robot' the oldest dance she knows.

"Yeah it's gotta suck a big one. Kinda why I keep up dropping a bunch of money on womens and or abuse shelters. But if they can fleece a guy. Good on 'em!" she admits the talent and skill needed, and the courage to put up with abuse even a little while.

"It's also why if I hit one of the private private rooms here I make sure the girls really enjoyed themselves. They might not have landed a whale but at least they didn't have to get squicked." The tips she gives the staff here sometimes could probably keep someone afloat a while.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet gulps down two mouthfuls of straight bourbon with little more than an eyeblink, and sets the glass aside with a few more sips remaining in the bottom. A fingertip absently rolls a bead of water around the rim of the crystal, making it chime very softly.

She smiles sympathetically as Valerie relates her experiences with some of the has-been Lotharios of the nightclub, and lets loose a soft giggle at the 'dance' Val mimes her way through.

"I didn't know you hit up the back rooms here," she tells Val, sounding genuinely surprised. "I mean, no judgement, it's what they're there for, but--" She takes a sip of bourbon, sets the glass down again. "Are you going back there to hire the escort girls, or just to make sure they're doing all right? I am absolutely sure I could dig out my little black book and find you some single girls looking for someone as exciting as you are. If that's what you're looking for, I mean," she clarifies hastily. "Like, no judgement, y'know? But the offer's there if you want it."

Valeria Richards has posed:
The possibility that Val has actually hired giurls gets a giggle. "Sometimes it's making sure they're okay. A paid night off is always welcome right? Especially a high paid one." she states and grins as she sips her bourbon.

"Sometimes it's actually hooking up like two young women should. I kinda needed to learn a few things as well. Either side of the coin." she spanks air in front of herself. "So educational purposes." in fact some of the girls had some very friendly winks and smiles for Valeria on her way here.

"They aren't always working girls here. Sometimes these clubs are just the sort of thing we need after all. But one way or another I make sure anyone I'm with here is looked after. No one's OD with me. No one has been hurt. Here at least. What happens with them when they go back to their partnets I can't control."

The young woman smiles and shrugs her shoulders inside her jacket.

"Does that make me a whale? I'd rather call myself a dolphin. Smarter and sleeker!" she states and looks down at herself with a giggle.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Nah, whales either get rolled for their Omegas or they end up marrying a girl five minutes before they have a heart attack," Janet explains. "What you're doing is either charity or capitalism. I'm not sure which, but in either case, I approve," she assures the blonde biker babe.

"You wanna talk about learning experiences, though," Janet tells Valeria. She finishes off her bourbn and reaches for one of the champagne flutes to take a sip. "You should get on Wonder Woman's good side. I went to Themyscira for a little rebound therapy. -That- was an educational experience. I mean, technically, I was also moral support for my friend Peg giving birth, but mostly it was me just enjoying some self-indulgence in a low-judgement country. Y'know?" She plucks a skewered cherry hanging on her glass and balances it on her teeth, nose wrinkling at Val once before she makes fruit and expression disappear at the same moment.

Valeria Richards has posed:
Val's blue eyes glaze maybe a little more as much from the booze as as it does mentioning a vacay in Themyscira. And Jan's fun to be had. "I may just if I can find the time. And she or some of the others can. I've kinda seen the embassy but I've never realy used their facilities. Most of my combat training is like Uncle Ben. Little bit from Nat or Aunt Jen. I'm the support chick on a heor thing after all. Everything i got in my Val Suit. No I'm not gonna switch. Too many people gonna failt when I go all biker catsuit with class 70n strength." she has enough eyes on her just wearing denim.

"When I can, definitely. No guys, sun sand and surf and warrior women. Yeah I blame Aunt Jen and Nat for giving me a type when it comes to women." she admits and giggles.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Uh, yeah, how can you *not* have a type?" Janet asks with a dry rhetoricism. "Natasha's gorgeous and Jen's a league unto herself. Her and Power Girl," Janet amends. "It's bad enough being in photoshoots with Carol; put Jen and Peej into frame and everyone else is almost invisible."

Janet sips more champagne and smacks her lips softly. "It's not all bad being on the benches though. Being support," she clarifies. "Recon and surveillance? A little sabotage at the right spot? You'd be amazed how much a swarm of angry hornets will break up soldier guys hunkered down in their little bunkers and ditches. -No one- likes getting stung," she says with a wicked grin. "Your mom's MO has been mostly 'support', but if you think about it, she's saved the Four more than a few times with her invisibility or her force field things. There is nothing wrong with being the clutch save after the boys charge in all swole and headstrong."

Valeria Richards has posed:
"Hey I'm still realing from all the years being benched completely as a kid." Val points out with a chuckle. "I don't mind being in a support roll or being on site tech. As long as I get to go out there. Watching things on the news or being a voice on a headset can get maddening. Your friends and family are fighting and doing what ever is needed to save the world or each other. While I had to wait it out.

That gets a faster swig of her bourbon before she chases it with that champagne.

"Ended up almost burying myself in my lab and bedroom. Mom gets me out here and in the Club" she gestures with her free hand to their surrounds.

"You introduced me to Nadia and how can anyone not fall in love with her. Then GIRL and the other girls. Now I've got my tech at a point where I can keep up. So. Living the dreams!" she states and raises her glass.

" You've got millions who'd let you turn them into a Barbie doll. Some might even want some custom fittings!" she winks playfully again.

"I don't complain when I have to do any shoots with them. But I'm not a pro model so I can still squee when I'm eyelevel with their chests being blocked from the camera's lens." some views are worth taking a backseat.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet rolls her eyes tolerantly and laughs despite herself. "God, and I thought adolescent boys were bad," she chivvies Val. "You know one of the best pieces of advise I ever got-- it was from a girl two forms ahead of me at boarding school. She said 'It's ok to enjoy the view, but never let anyone *catch* you enjoying the view'. Always stuck with me," she tells Val, and dismisses the anecdote with a fluttering of her fingertips.

"As for playing dress up-- this is not news to me. I took forty-million dollar investment and turned it into a five-billion dollar empire, just off my fashion design and my business sense. Anyone who wants my personal time and attention needs to pony up fifty grand an hour."

"Not that I need the money," she hastens to clarify. "It's just a way of keeping score. The kind of people who don't blink at cutting me a check, give me the best free advertising for my brand. I put your mom in a slinky custom dress for the GIRL Expo and the following week, I had a three-point-five percent bump in sales in my high-fashion storefronts."

Valeria Richards has posed:
Valeria grins and chuckle at the lesson. "Hey, I never went to a school. so the stuff you learn not in classrooms. Kinda gotta play catch up on. Says the woman that has dropped thousand of dollars being taught how to party here." she admits at her own playful expense.

"If mom was good at any one thing besides being a mom. It's marketing." she admits.

The fact that the slim blonde, almost a duplicate for a younger Sue sometimes. Is wearing something Janet herself had designed is not lost on the girl.

"It's worth the money. And on top of that, it's still friends helping each other out!" she adds and smiles brightly between sips from her flute of bubbly.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Your mom is, /amazing/," Janet agrees, in a word. "But you come by it honestly, too. I mean, I can see a lot of Sue in you," she clarifies. "But you've got your own vibe and style going. Nadia thinks you walk on water," Janet assures Val.

"Then again, Nadia hasn't met anyone she didn't immediately consider a new best friend, but the point stands," she concedes.

Janet props her elbow on the table and rests her chin in her hand, giving Valerie a scrutinizing once-over. "I mean... you're what, five-eight and a half? Hundred and thirty pounds? You're more athletic than Sue is, but you've got the same overall proportions. I bet it wouldn't be much work at all to get some of her outfits to fit you. Unless you wanted to get something that's just yours, for some fancy shindig," she suggests. "I could see you rocking that femme-tuxedo chique. It's all the rage right now, y'know. Gay girls love it."

Valeria Richards has posed:
"Genetics are on my side. I may have dad's brain. But it's mom's influence that keeps me from going all Uncle Doom." the fact that the blonde is currently high and drug not lost on the girl either.

"Oh hod she is adorable. Like how the hell Nadia went tghrough what she did and came out so chipper I don't know. I mean I kinda know she's got some Neurodivergence. But she's a damn treasure that should be kept happy by any means possible shy of the stuff we do to get happy!" she declares.

"Love working in the lab with her. Like seriously. Just let her get an idea and see how far she can go with it." she states eagerly.

"That's about right. I mean I'm probably a few years off the last few inches of curves she has if I get them. I tried jumping the gun a couple times. It didn't work. That was why we always kinda had waaay tooooo much milk in the fridges at home." she admits.

Of course a mad scientist is going to self test. Especially one that had to play catch up when everyone you knew were built like super heroines. Because they were.

"I tried mom's old Malice suit on. Wow that was uncomfortable. But maybe I might try the suit thing. I mean I'm not sure I could rock it. I still like getting girly and I'm not exactly gay after all. Whether it's a phase or not is not a thing I know right now!" she admits and shrugs her shoulders again.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Phase, schmase," Janet says with a flip of her fingers. "I went to an all-girl's boarding school. Everyone experimented with everyone else. But, I'd sneak over to Ibiza on the hols and shag boys from the school on the other side of town. And when I got back home and started college, I had plenty of boyfriends. And..." she sighs, fingers tensing against the tabletop. "Well, obviously I married one guy and was, up until recently, locked in with another. I don't know," she admits, fingers flexing again. "It just is what it is."

"Oh, but-- circling back," she apologizes. "The Malice suit? I remember that. I can't believe she /kept/ it," Janet marvels. "I mean, I've seen the pictures, it was extra as hell when Sue wore it. *Especially* back in the day. I never thought much of the mask thing, with the spikes," she admits. "That always felt like... I don't know, like it was trying too hard. Me, I'm like 'black thigh-highs, cutaway bikini, badass cape-- if that doesn't scream 'sexy villain', no mask is gonna help," she remarks with a wry humor.

Valeria Richards has posed:
There's a grin and Valeria looks around then slips a hand inside her open jacket. There's a some jugging, a little baggy with some obvious cocaine, some other disciency doodads. The best science is always when you're stoned.

But she pull out her phone and shows Jan some selfies taken. It's herself wearing that very undersized costume. A couple shots with the mask and most of them from all angles without.

"Yeah she kept it. Or maybe had another made but damn it feels like it's gonna smap back like a stretched out sling shot but you're still inside it." she explains and wiggles her hips down into the seat beneath her.

I'm pretty certain she used forefields to keep herself from being cut in half vertically." she says with a giggle.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet watches Valerie's hands work. Oh hey, nose candy. But she keeps her attention on point until Val hands over the phone, and she flicks through them with a fingertip. "Damn, girl," Janet tells Val a little enviously. "You look fantastic in this. Total BSDM Diva," she assures Val. "Add three inches to the shoulder straps and I bet it'd fit you like a second skin."

Janet continues flicking through Val's pictures until the phone's withdraw, her expression wholly unrepentant. Personal boundaries, what? "You've definitely got the bod for it," she tells Valeria. "Maybe not swimsuits per se, but if you wanted to do some modelling I could hook you up," Janet suggests. "I much prefer draping hero types over skinny model bitches," she explains. "Not that I hate Gisele or anything, but that's a body type that is completely unattainable for most people. The fit, athletic look, that's something to aspire to. I can see you rocking denim and some cowgirl boots. Y'know?"

Valeria Richards has posed:
"It's not Mom, but yeah I think I did it justice. DNA on my side again. Not like I've never worn anything else like that here but I shut my phone down from taking anything that could be incriminating. Illegal or not. Club rules after all." she explains with a proud smile.

High praise from a famous designer even when you yourself are famous can still boost an ego.

Some of those pics of her might get her arrested anyway. Or at least she can create deepfakes and prove that they weren't real. Holograms are easy.

"I try to keep up my cardio. I eat whatever I want. I burn plenty just braining stuff. The stuff that keeps me looking this shape. I kinda cheat with a TENS unit sometime. Actual practical application!" she states.

With the compliment about Denim, the material clinging to Val gets shown off with one leg extending out past the side of the table they drink at.

"Cowgirl boots I have. I think have my wardrobe is shoes. I'm a nerd. But yeah. still girly under all this BDSM biker chick diva hotness! I kinda factored some of my hero gear to look it. That way if I need to ditch the team or family emblems it woudln't look too out of place despite wearing power armor. Better to have it not look like Uncle Doom or Tony Stark. Wore an earlier version when that thing up north with NOWHERE and the rescue mission." she explains and puts her leg down across Jan's lap a moment to then pull back under herself and get comfy again. And maybe doublechecking she didn't rip those custom restored vintage jeans.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet lifts a surprised eyebrow when Val casually borrows her lap, but by the time the leg's back an amused moue has touched one corner of Janet's mouth. There's a certain unapologetic nature to Val that Janet can clearly empathize with.

"I started putting on a little more muscle when my ex and I got together," Janet tells Valerie. "He's big into mixed martial arts, judo, that kinda thing. We'd spar a few hours a week. Granted, there's no out-muscling the big lug," Janet allows, "but I started asking Nats and Carol for some training pointers. My metabolism runs hot enough that I can drink any of the Avengers under the table, but it makes it hard to keep muscle mass on. Had to go on a high protein diet and everything. Worth the results though, I've never really appreciated how much another ten pounds of muscle helps fill a dress out," she says, sitting upright in her chair with a proud posture.

Valeria Richards has posed:
There's a more subtle checking out of Janet when she talks about how the work on learning to be a better martial artist and has a genuinely appreciative look and nod.

"I don't have that benefit so I gotta right and work for every bit of weight. But I also kinda have to remember to eat. So I guess some of the junk food kinda evens out." she states and grins.

"Helps when I'm umm. Lining up." she states and pats her jacket pocket.

"So yeah. I learned to appreciate having a few extra leg days. But then I still cheat. Transcutaneous electical nerve stimulation. Like a work out and being felt up while being electrocuted at the same time. Good for hours begind a work bench." she points out and grins.

So, think I might kinda wanna quickly hit the pwder room? You in?' she offers and grins.