Bobby Drake | Janet Van Dyne :: Oh hai
How could you not take a treat or two from this very nice gentleman who was helping others get drunk throughout the night while only wearing those well-fitted jeans? Jan wasn't sure how many shots she had had at this point or dick shaped popsicles for that matter. All she knew was anytime he came back around, she could only grin up at him and take one of his offered treats.
Maybe his third time around, she finally stopped him, placing a hand on his bare chest (intentional? Probably, but she'd use the excuse of needing to steady herself) and shivering. "Wow, I really just thought this was part of your costume!" Because it was a costume, right? She hadn't known it was a dress-up party, but she could always appreciate someone who went above and beyond for such occasions. Still, she gave him another once over, pointing at her own neck to indicate his bow. "Nice. Where did you find something like that?" She could probably make an accessory like that, but it looked so real. Unless she actually chipped away at one from a block of ice, she probably couldn't make it look THAT good.
"I'm Jan! What's your name, purveyor of sweet dicks?"