[rp] finally, it's PARTY TIME

[sizedefmatters]

Janet van Dyne loved a good party. Especially one that was being thrown in her honor, had so far resulted in a fair amount of relatively tasteful gifts, would make her look so fantastic in the eye of the press (oh hallo Smile Train, what's that? We're giving you upwards of $50,000? Oh, no problem at all) and was at one of her favorite clubs in

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[iknowthemath]

If there was one thing that could be said about Tony Stark, it was that he knew how to make an entrance. It helped that he had a driver on hand to pick up and whisk away the car he zoomed in with, abandoning it at the curb and striding through the doors like he owned the place. He took a second to straighten his cuffs, letting his eyes adjust to the dimness of the place, before heading over to the bar and ordering a neat whiskey, his poison of choice.

Surveying the party, he had to chuckle. Let it never be said that Janet van Dyne couldn't throw a party. It helped, of course, to be able to fall back on Tony when attempting to book a venue last minute - What do you mean, we can't have Saturday night? Do you know who I am? ...Oh, looks like we can have Saturday. How convenient. - but she'd managed to pull together an impressive to-do in a week. He knew this would be written up in at least one tabloid, if not more, and had prepared accordingly

[sizedefmatters]

Well, that was one thing, certainly. If Jan was being interviewed, she'd add his pointless taste for drama and glamor, his slowly withering liver and, sure, that he had a great head of hair.

One that was happily very recognizable from across a room.

Jan detached herself from a group of models -- not at all reluctantly, by the way -- and quickly squeezed through the crowds to welcome Tony.

"Sweetie! So glad you made it!"

[iknowthemath]

Having a flair for the dramatic wasn't a bad thing. It could be quite useful in some situations.

He lit up as Janet approached, setting his glass down so he could hold out his arms to her, looking her over. "Well goddamn, don't you look nice?" He pointed to his cheek, smirking charmingly. "Give me some sugar, baby."

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Janet beamed, twirling around quickly to show off her dress before falling into his arms and kissing his cheek obediently. "Anything you say, honey.

"How're you? Isn't my party fantastic?"

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He made a properly appreciative noise at her very tasteful dress, ooh-ing and aah-ing at her necklace, and beamed at her kiss. Giving her one of his own, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box, handing it to her. "I didn't know what you'd be wearing, and you know how hopeless I am with jewelry, but I wanted to give you something nice," he explained. "Happy birthday, darling."

He looked around briefly, and smiled. "Your party is absolutely magnificent, congratulations. I am doing quite well, how're you holding up?"

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Jan gasped, taking the box and opening it up. "Honey! You already got me those amazing shoes, but this -- oh, Tony, thank you! It's gorgeous. Help me put it on."

Sticking out her wrist, Jan followed his gaze and looked 'round the dance floor. "Well enough. The night is young. Hank hasn't showed yet."

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"Well, of course I got you something pretty, you're my best girl, aren't you?" He dutifully removed the cuff from its box and undid the clasp, carefully snapping it closed around Jan's slender wrist and doing it back up. He brought her hand up to her lips so he could kiss her knuckles and wink at her, then just snaked his arm around her waist.

"He'll show, I'm sure. And he'll be terribly awkward and uncomfortable, and you'll have to swoop in to take him somewhere more comfortable." He waggled his eyebrows at her lasciviously, smirking.

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Jan grinned at Tony's show of charm, admiring the bracelet once it was securely around her wrist. "Of course I am, sweetie. Thank you so much.

"What are you drinking, anyway? You're supposed to have brightly colored fruity things here, not -- whiskey." Jan made a face at Tony, then rolled her eyes as she glanced away. "I'm not taking him anywhere. Well. Maybe I will. We'll see how things go tonight. I really don't know much about him: what if he doesn't know to wear a tie?"

[iknowthemath]

"You're welcome, Birthday Girl."

He summoned up his best indignant face. "Hey, I'll have you know that there's nothing wrong with whiskey. I happen to quite like it." Besides, brightly colored fruity things were more Adrian Veidt's territory, and boy was Tony glad he wasn't coming tonight. Without Justin as a buffer, he knew he'd end up saying something stupid to that pretentious dick. He shrugged. "If Hank's not wearing a tie, he can have mine. Problem solved."

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Jan nabbed Tony's drink out of his hand and took a dainty sip before, again, making a face and holding the offending glass out to him. "Blegh. Nasty. You men and your nasty, strong drinks. I love being a girl and being ever so allowed to have things that taste like pineapple smoothies."

But that got a grin from the birthday girl. "So giving! I like that tie, by the way. Where'd you get it?"

[iknowthemath]

"Make that face all you want, that was probably a twenty-dollar sip you just took." Okay, so one of Tony's vices was ridiculously expensive alcohol. So what? It wasn't like he didn't have money to burn or anything. He certainly did, and lots of it. Why limit himself to the cheap stuff when he could get the premium? "You could still do that if you were a guy, but you'd have to be a queen, so..."

He looked down at his chest and ran his fingers over the silk tied around his neck. "This? Uh, I think it was a gift. From Uncle Karl. What a nice man."

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"Just because something's expensive, that doesn't mean it's worth it. I mean, look at the dress Sophie's wearing." Jan pointed at wraith-thin redheaded model ten feet from them, clad in a blue leopard print sleeveless wrap dress. "I also love it when you toss around vaguely homophobic judgments. Mm, turns me on."

Jan nodded approvingly. "He is a sweetheart. I like it. Good choice, Uncle Karl."

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"That's because she's absolutely gagging for it," he said dismissively, looking her over without much interest. "I heard she hasn't gotten laid since she did that shoot with Terry Richardson, surprise surprise. Nobody wants to touch her now, she's probably diseased." He grinned, sliding his hand down her back as if he were about to goose her. He refrained, however, instead just tugging her closer with his hand in the small of her back. "I'm allowed, I suck cock. It's like how black people can use the n-word."

He chuckled. "Nobody can say that the man doesn't have taste. He's a bit of a skeeze, but a skeeze with taste."

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"Since when do you keep up on model gossip? Oh, the many sides of Tony Stark." Jan readily allowed herself to be pulled in closer, smiling and feeling completely at home surrounded by acquaintances, music and low lights. "That's such a weird rationalization. I'd still feel like shit if I called someone Oriental."

Jan raised an imperative finger. "And taste is really all that matters."

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"Since I have to make conversation with them before and after we sleep together." He let out a mock-sad sigh. His life is so hard. "Hey, I don't make the rules. Also, I'm a huge asshole, and you're a nice person. I can get away with saying dickish things because people expect it of me. I don't care about other people's feelings, remember?"

He smirked. "It's certainly why we're so amazing."

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"Poor baby. Are you still planning on trying to sleep with Anton?" Jan ran a hand through her hair and waved at a small group of people just entering the club. "You don't care about people, but you care about specific persons. Don't forget that, or you're going to make me cry." She grinned charmingly up at him.

"You know, I was about to say when your flight leaves and if I should let you go so you can spend your time navigating your way into someone's pants, but I suppose that's one of the benefits to having your own private plane, hm?"