14065/Wasp Life: February in the Club
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| Wasp Life: February in the Club | |
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| Date of Scene: | 07 February 2023 |
| Location: | Janet's club, Red Circle. |
| Synopsis: | Lorna's back in the USA, and makes a point of visiting Janet van Dyne socially. |
| Cast of Characters: | Janet van Dyne, Lorna Dane
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- Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet's night club is elite even among the best of New York's evening venues. A penthouse level club with a rooftop pool, great views, balconies, and most importantly-- a very exclusive, invite-only guest policy. It ensures that papparazzi can't just sneak in, and if someone's Instagram blows up with pictures the next day, the reprisal will be harsh and unyielding.
Lorna Dane, being the Queen of Genosha and a member of the Hellfire Club, is added to the list the moment she calls and asks for a table. In fact, she's offered access to the VIP lounge, which when she arrives is filled with the wealthy, influential, and beautiful people in Janet van Dyne's social network.
Lorna's ushered in by waitstaff and everyone turns to look at the green-haired woman entering the room. "LORNA!" Janet bellows, and puts both hands up in the air while she navigates the crowd. Even in her stylish stiletto sandals Janet barely comes up to shoulder height, but the patrons part willingly so they're not in her way.
"Oh my god, you made it!" she exclaims. The fashionista wears a shimmering bronze sheath dress with a single strap over her left shoulder. It sets off the brilliant sphaerlerite gems set in her ears and on one finger. Careful not to spill her drink, Janet slows the last two steps to offer Lorna a firmly welcoming hug. "I'm so glad I could pull you away from the HFC for a night," she assures the monarch. "I think this crowd is gonna be much more your speed."
- Lorna Dane has posed:
There's a certain satisfaction that causes the skin on the exposed shoulders of the monarch to pimple with a sense of pride. The small green hair at the base of her skull prickle as well but Lorna takes it in such stride that none would know of her self-smugness. Entering the club after parking in the garage, so she wouldn't have to expose herself to the street level patrons, Lorna is guided up easily to Janet and is pleased with the customer service the fashionista has curated for her club.
"JANET!" Lorna mimics with her volume and tone as she raises her bare arms up to invite Janet to a hug showing off the strapless, armless verdant and DEEP hunter green dress she wears and often readjusts to keep up around her modest bust.
"I haven't even told the club that I'm back in New York." Lorna says in a whisper as the two embrace. She says it in a hushed whisper with her mouth brushing Janet's ear. "Can't be too careful darling."
- Janet van Dyne has posed:
Hugs and cheek kisses are exchanged, and Janet breaks with a puzzled frown. "What on--" she looks at Lorna's decolletage and her dress with a professional, studious expression, and does something mystifying to the garment with a few pinches of her fingers that re-sets the thing a little less precariously. She works with an utter lack of concern for propriety. "They never get that reinforcement quite right," Janet confides for Lorna. She flicks the looser cloth this way and that, steps back to admire her handiwork, and then loops an elbow through Lorna's to head towards the table she's staked out.
"Lorna, this is D'angelo, he's this rock star artist from the Bronx," she tells the mutant. The slender young mane with a shock of white hair and skinny, tight-fitting jeans and shirt bows with a little flourish. "And I don't think you've met Araminter Mellon, or Lucas Zwirner?" Introductions are made all around, and once done, Janet clasps her hands and pivots to focus on Lorna again. "So, what are we drinking tonight? Don't tell me you're one of those slow starts with champagne on ice types," she chivvies.
- Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna quickly catches onto what Janet is doing to her dress and just as quickly is lifting up her arms and spinning in place to allow the woman to work. "Thank you. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to find a quality tailor in a third world country, even if you ARE the Queen." Lorna says with an exaggerated sigh to hint at her sense of humor. Lowering her arms and swishing on the spot to test the impromptu work. "I'll have to have the treasurer send you a boon for this." She teases.
Stepping up with her arm hooked with Janets she spies the aforementioned men, and her eyes dance across their faces swiftly, but regally with a nod to keep up her airs. "Lovely to meet you all. D'angelo, Araminter, and Lucas. I don't mean to offend, but I am going to need you all to lose your shirts while I order a tab to make miss Janet here blush." Lorna says with a shift of her hip to bump into Janet's.
A lifted eyebrow hints briefly before Lorna explains, "No. I want to start big and end bigger. Your choice."
- Janet van Dyne has posed:
There's easy laughter from Janet's guests at Lorna's brassy suggestion. "Floating a tab? I like her already," D'Angelo ventures with a relaxed grin.
"Oh, you saucy /bitch/," Janet breathes at Lorna admiringly. "Pull a power move like that in my club? Fine, let's see how deep Genosha's pockets go," she says. How anyone's tracking anything is anyone's guess; either it's not something Janet bothers to keep track of, or her staff have impeccable memories.
Speaking of, one of the lounge attendants is lurking just out of polite earshot, and Janet beckons him over with a snap of her fingers. There's one commonality among her waitstaff: they are universally beautiful and charismatic, separated from the socialites only by dint of wealth and influence. "I'll have a bottle of the Havana Maximo, pour it over some cane sugar cola," she bids the waiter. The others at the table don't hesitate to place their own requests for high-end liquors, and as the waiter leaves Janet asks for a side of truffle oil french fries to go with the drinks.
"Well, soon you'll be able to say you got drunk with a Queen," Janet bids the others. She looks over at Lorna and wiggles a shoulder at her to get her attention. "I texted Emma, but she's got 'plans', or something," she says with a commiserating tone. "We'll see who shows up. "You've got some people from Westchester on the list. That chick with the purple hair, and the French bird," she estimates. "Oh, and Lady Croft *was* on the list, but I heard she's seeing Steve, so she's on the *bad* list now," Janet explains.
There's a clucking of tongues and a low 'boo' from the others. "Janet, it's been-- what, almost a year?" Araminter asks.
"Yeah, didn't I see you on a date with Nadal last month?" Lucas chimes in.
Janet folds her arms across her chest with a haughty huff of air, but fails to play off the sincere irritation in her disposition. "So? It's the /principle/ of the thing," she says, and sniffs loudly.
- Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna crosses her arms beneath her chest as she listens to Janet order and then leans forward closer to the gossip and frowns deeply at the final revelation, "I must have had my head much deeper in the sand and my works than I realized. You and ---" She stops herself from finishing that thought and instead unties her arms and puts her hands on Janet's waist and pulls her close into a caring friendly hug, a small respite from the revelry and decorum she has been wearing thus far. "Janet, I'm sorry, I know he meant a lot to you, but I will always offer my friendship, my bank account, and my drunken flirting and bisexuality is always available to you." Lorna says, but doesn't allow her hands on linger on Janet's dress too long.
A glance to the boys has Lorna lifting her chin and motioning with a finger across her throat to get them to stop and move onto the next subject.
"I would like a 1926 Macallan... No. Make it a double." She says and smiles with a single brow lifted skyward.
- Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet leans heavily against Lorna for a few beats. As much of her personality is theatrical and over-the-top, there's a brief moment where she genuinely hurts and just needs to borrow some reassurance from a friend. "Quit threatening me with a good time," Janet says, and manages a wan little smile. A few beats later she marshals her emotions by the throat and puts a photograph-ready cheer back on her face.
"OK-- point taken. No more bitching," Janet promises. "I mean, for the next ten minutes, anyway." She bites her lips to hold back a grin, and hipchecks Lorna.
"How long are you in the States for, anyway?" Janet asks Lorna, and rests her folded arms on the table with her hips cocked back behind her. "I tell you, say the word and we'll pack your whole country up and move it off the East Coast. Be like that time Brainiac did it, except with much better customer service," she promises.
- Lorna Dane has posed:
"I'll simply threaten you with the BEST time. Accept no substitutes."
That moment of Janet wrestling with herself is noted, and Lorna refuses to pull back, knowing that feeling very well herself, something she's been fighting lately a lot. Something that pushed her off her island so recently that the word doesn't quite do it justice.
"I came into town only last night and gave some old friends a dinner party." She says, expecting Janet to know who she might be talking about in secret and understand WHY it's a secret. "How long is... up in the air. I'm doing some soul searching and trying to find out who I am and what I want all over again." Lorna turns to take a seat at the table with a hand moving Araminter out of the way but then pulls him back down to sit beside her with his leg pressing against her.
"Janet... you have NO IDEA how much I'd love to have that be reality....." Lorna notes with a lingering tone as she looks up and reaches her hand out just in time to pluck up her double of whiskey. Then lifted in the air, "To tonight and questionable choices."
- Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet nods sympathetically and give Lorna's wrist a quick, reassuring squeeze. It's not somethign she can truly empathize with. How does it feel to have you home bottled up and stolen away under the guise of total annihilation? The only people who can answer that are the Genoshans and the Kryptonians. An exclusive club, indeed.
Drinks arrive along with salty, delicious finger food, and Janet reaches for her rum and coke along with the others. "To Monday nights!" Janet agrees, and laughs giddily before toasting the others and taking a quick, self-indulgent sip!
