[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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[doesnticeskate]

Anton Yelchin was a little jet-lagged. His sinuses were acting up because of all the weird New York pollen. And he wasn't a good dancer. He could sing and play various instruments, but that sort of rhythm unfortunately didn't translate well to the dance floor.

But, either way, here he was, tired, stuffed-up and utterly hopeless at anything more complicated than the macarena -- here he was, dancing. Or at least wiggling a little and laughing with the girls who had tugged him up to dance with them. They were cute and nice and he wasn't going to be in the city for long, so he might as well enjoy himself. Especially if he was going to look like a fool while managing it!

[iknowthemath]

Tony'd decided to detach himself from the bar - his glass was full and it wasn't like he couldn't send some of the wait staff off to refill it when he managed to drain it dry - and mingle a little, which really just meant he'd wander around the dance floor, ignoring people who tried to dance with him and exchanging shouted greetings with those whom he actually remembered.

He'd just escaped a group of girls who'd insisted on doing air-kisses as a greeting (how French), when he bumped into the person behind him. "Hey man, my bad," he shouted, turning around. "Oh, hey, Anton!" He clapped him on the shoulder and grinned. "Glad to see you made it here in one piece."

[doesnticeskate]

"Oh, sorry!" Anton automatically replied before turning around and seeing who it was. "Tony! Yeah, yes, I made it here safely. Slight turbulence over Pennsylvania, something about a man-eating giant rabbit, but you know how these things go. Nice to see you."

[iknowthemath]

"Yeah, you too, man. You got a drink?" He was just making polite conversation, as he could see quite clearly that Anton didn't have a drink at all. He reached out and plucked a glass off a passing waiter's tray - he had no idea who that was for, but it doesn't matter - gave it a sniff - gin and tonic, very classy - and handed it over. "Enjoy! Drinks are on the house, so don't feel like you have to hold back or anything."

[doesnticeskate]

"Trying to get me drunk?" Anton said in passing before sniffing the drink -- oh, hey, gin and tonic -- and then sipping it. "Have you seen Jan? I figured I'd run into her sooner or later, but I also don't want her to think I skipped out. I mean, who does that? Who makes plans to go across the country to see a friend and then cancels because -- oh, wait, it's her."

Anton grinned and then -- ugh -- was jostled from behind because, well, they are still on the dance floor. Luckily he didn't spill his drink, but he did kind of grab Tony's man-boob to brace himself. "Whoops, sorry. Getting fresh."

[iknowthemath]

Tony laughed teasingly, and shrugged. "You caught me!" He totally was. Not too drunk, but tipsy enough to loosen him up a little. He's learned, over the years, that it's much easier to coax a straight boy into a dark corner if he's got a little Dutch courage in him. "Yeah, she's around here somewhere. I think she's searching for her newest beau." He snorted, grimacing slightly. "Yeah, I think that was my fault, my bad. She helped me pick out a secretary, one that hasn't quit in tears within the first week, and actually knows what she's doing. It's amazing."

His smile turned sharp at the edges, and he placed a hand on Anton's back - to steady him - all the while managing to keep his whiskey perfectly level. "No worries, I like my men forward." He refrained from winking, that'd be overkill; it wasn't like it was a secret, that he liked men just as much as women, not after that whole Jonathan Groff deal last year.

[doesnticeskate]

"Well, it's like you said: the drinks are free and also very good, if the few I've had so far are good examples -- and I actually have the weekend off, so why not celebrate a little?" Anton grinned, shaking his head and raising his free hand in supplication. "Well, then I'm glad the sacrifice was worth it. Honestly, it wasn't a big deal. Things happen."

Anton raised an eyebrow but just shrugged and took a drink, mostly as a way to cover the fact that he wasn't quite sure how to reply to that bit of information. "Well, I have to admit, I don't mind not dancing, so I'm gonna head out of the swell a bit: you're welcome to join me or move on."

[iknowthemath]

"I think you can always come up with a good reason to celebrate. You have the weekend off, I just signed a contract with the military and am going to the Grand fucking Prix tomorrow. Cheers!" He took a swallow of his whiskey, the strong drink going down with the ease of long practice.

Tony gave him a relieved smile and let out a heavy breath. "Please, god. If I have to hear 'Tony, dance with me!' one more time...well, I'll just ignore them again. But I hate dancing, I'm terrible at it."

[doesnticeskate]

"You're going to Monaco tomorrow? I hope you have some amazing hangover cure lined up, because I don't really wanna read about the suicide of the young genius Tony Stark in the headlines Monday morning."

Anton returned the grin and started to lead the way toward the relative quiet of the couch areas in the club. "Being terrible at it half's the fun, I think. Unless you're a professional dancing with other professionals, everyone looks like a tool while dancing, at least a little bit, so if you embrace that and just go with it..."

[iknowthemath]

"I'm going to Monaco tonight. I'm getting on a plane as soon as I leave here. Promised Justin I'd go with him, totally forgetting what weekend it was, so now I'm trying to do both. And ugh, don't remind me about my hangover. I'm hoping I'll still be drunk by the time I get there, what with the time difference and all. Thankfully, the Monégasque are firm believers in a Bloody Mary Breakfast." No, he's not an alcoholic, shut up.

He chuckled and shrugged a little, shaking his head. "Even so, I'd prefer to leave tonight with my dignity as intact as possible. I only dance when I absolutely have to."

[doesnticeskate]

"Christ. I'd never be able to do the jet-setting thing." Anton grinned even while he shook his head despairingly. "...Monégasque? Guess I never had to think about what citizens of Monaco were called, but I wouldn't've guessed that one. You've been there before?"

Anton took another drink, nodding amiably. "Not everyone can be a dancing fool, that's true."

[iknowthemath]

"I'm hoping to get some work done while I'm on my way." He hadn't finished everything he meant to do earlier today, and if he was going to take from Sunday to Tuesday off, there was no way he could let himself slack off, not even if he was roaringly drunk. It wouldn't be the first time. "Oh yeah, I love Monaco. You ever been?"

Skirting what appeared to be a brewing cat-fight, Tony sharked in on an empty couch, draping himself artfully across the cushions and patting the space next to him. "So, give me the inside scoop. Are Chris and Zach really sleeping together?"

[doesnticeskate]

"While also hoping you're still drunk when you get there. Oh, the life you must lead." Anton was very amused, to say the least. "No, 'fraid not. I haven't really seen much of Europe, really."

Anton sat in the indicated spot, while catching a server's eye and pointing at his drink and -- BAM, whoa, good service -- he then sat back with his refreshed drink in his hand.

But, luckily~, he hadn't taken a drink yet, because otherwise this would be a choking and/or spittaking Anton Yelchin. "What? I don't -- what?"

[iknowthemath]

He shrugged a little, grinning. "Can't let myself slip, you know. There're always people who'd be more than willing to take SI off my hands if I showed any weaknesses." And he wasn't going to make his social life suffer because of it. "You should, it's great. The architecture is really quite lovely, very Mediterranean, big surprise, and the girls..." He trailed off, waggling his eyebrows significantly.

He slipped their waitress a bill and gave her a flirtatious smile, letting her know that he'd like his glass to be filled at regular intervals, thank you darling, and sent her on her way with a friendly pat to the ass.

Tony appeared unfazed. "Oh come now, you must know. Is all that chemistry really just bromantic? The internet is dying to know."

[doesnticeskate]

"Too much of being a grown-up is getting involved in cutthroat situations," Anton sympathized, shaking his head. Then laughing at Tony's overly-animated eyebrows, he replied, "The girls, of course. No, yeah, I definitely want to go around there sometime. I hear the northern coast of Italy is stunning, too. Hopefully work will allow me to make it out somewhere around there sometime."

Pursing his lips, Anton shook his head twice, defiant-like. "Nope. I'm not saying anything, one way or the other. If they are, it's their business, and if they're not, maybe they want people to think otherwise to ensure continued interest."

[iknowthemath]

"Yeah, no kidding. Oh well, I get fun toys." That was enough. He grinned when Anton laughed, pleased with himself. "Well, they're a significant portion of the population, it'd be rude to forget about them, right?" A wink. "Italy is gorgeous. And yes, I'm biased, but it's true. You should go to Soave sometime, the wine is exquisite."

He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink. "You are such a stick in the mud, Yelchin." Honestly, he doesn't give a rat's ass what Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto are doing, but Jan's curious, and he knows quite a few other people who are, too. "I guess those tin-hat-y fangirls will have to make do with their imaginations." He pulled a face; one night with too little to do had found him searching the internet for something interesting. He'd come up with RPF (whatever that is) of himself. Himself! It was traumatizing.