|Donna Troy (justdonna) wrote in valarlogs,|
@ 2015-11-12 00:52:00
|Entry tags:||donna troy (troia), janet van dyne (the wasp)|
Who: Donna Troy and Janet Van Dyne
What: Bad chick flicks, pizza, and wine.
When: In the evening after this net exhange.
Where: Donna’s apartment above her studio.
There were days where Donna was thankful that she lived where she worked. If she felt like it, she could close up early, or stay open late. And today, she closed up right at five. After all, she had company coming over in a little while. Donna closed up her studio, and then went to the liquor store to pick up a couple of bottles of wine for her and Janet. Then, she went home, showered, ordered pizza, and pulled up a couple of choices of crappy romantic comedies for the two of them to watch on Netflix. Then, deciding that they might want more than just a couple of bottles of wine, Donna went through her liquor cabinet, pulling out a couple of different bottles, just in case they wanted something different.
...For someone who really didn’t drink that much, Donna sure had a lot of different varieties of alcohol. Not that this was a bad thing or anything. Once she had everything set up, Donna poured herself a glass of wine and waited for Janet.
What was better than drinking alone? Drinking with a friend. She hadn't really let herself enjoy just hanging out with someone in longer than she wanted to admit. Not just dating, but doing normal things.
She only really knew Donna through her fantastic photographs, but she looked forward to making friends with her. She'd been friendly and professional during the shoots, and had been friendly online, with the kind of sense of humor that Janet could appreciate.
Of course, she had a major problem. What did one wear to something like this. Drinking. Hanging out. Most of her wardrobe would be overdressed. And her old clubbing outfits would send the wrong signals. Probably.
She settled on a pair of comfy jeans and a colorful blouse of her own design. Then she stood on the balcony of her penthouse and jumped off the ledge. Why drive when one could fly? She landed near Donna's place, fixed her hair, then walked up to the door and knocked.
Donna smiled when she heard the knock at the door, pouring a glass of wine for Janet. She didn’t hear a car pull in the driveway, so she assumed that the other woman had been dropped off. Which, was probably a good idea, as Donna planned on there being some really serious drinking going on tonight. And the last thing she wanted was being responsible for the other woman driving home while drunk.
“I’ll be right there!” Donna called, as she poured a glass of wine for Janet. She then made her way to the door, opening it with a smile. “Hey!” She handed Janet her glass. “I figured I’d get you started. Come in,” she said, ushering the other woman in, before shutting the door behind her.
“I’ve never seen you in jeans before, I think,” Donna said, as she made her way into the kitchen. “You look nice.”
She smiled. “I ordered pizza, got us some snacks, queued up some crappy romantic comedies, oh, and gots lots of wine. And other varieties of alcohol, if we wanted something a little bit stronger.”
“Thank you,” she replied cheerfully. “I only spent an hour trying to find something casual to wear. I need to diversify my wardrobe.” Pizza. Wine. Cheesy Romance. Janet couldn’t think of a better way to spend an evening. “I think stronger will depend on how terrible these movies are and how badly we’ll need drinks after. Maybe we could come up with a drinking game!”
With glass in hand, Janet picked one side of the couch to sink in to.
Donna pulled out some plates, grabbing them, the pizza, some snacks, and the bottle of wine before walking over to where Janet was. She placed everything on the coffee table before plopping down on the couch next to her. “Diversified wardrobe or not, you look fantastic. Seriously.”
She grabbed herself a slice of pizza, before going to grab one for Janet, too. “That could be fun. Every time JLO cries in a movie, take a shot?”
"You don't look half bad yourself," Janet said, tucking some hair behind her ear. She was used to people complimenting her, but it was nice to have it so genuine, and in something as simple as jeans. Her top bared her back, but that was mostly because she needed to allow her wings freedom when she shrunk.
"Are you trying to give us liver poisoning?"
Donna laughed, taking another sip of her wine. “Okay. Maybe that one’s a bit too extreme. Still, you said we could come up with a drinking game. I’m just giving us options. I’m sure I could come up with something that won’t land us in the hospital.” She laughed.
“Still, if we’re feeling dangerous...it’s an option.”
"I can be very dangerous," Janet replied, tone conspiratorial as she leaned towards Donna. "Underneath my beautiful and charming exterior lives a woman who lives for the wild side."
Donna laughed, grinning at her. “Yeah? How wild are we talking here? Because I could maybe get behind that. I live to walk on the wild side of life.”
"How wild? How wild you ask?" Janet tilted her head, then lowered her voice and waved her hand. "Help me out here, I'm a work-a-holic and I haven't partied in years. what do people do these days to be wild?"
She assumed it was the same thing she used to do, but it was also kind of fun to joke around.
“I’m assuming they still do the same things they always do. Drink, hook up with strangers, dance, that sort of thing.” She laughed. “I’m afraid it’s been sometime since I’ve really gotten wild, too. We’re both sad, crazed work-a-holics.” She sighed. “It’s a shame, really.”
Janet ticked each off on her fingers. “Drinking, hook ups, dancing. I guess if people still do that then I wouldn’t be out of place. I was bad before. You know, I found all my old clubbing outfits. When I put those together it was the first inkling of an idea that maybe I could do something with that.”
Donna tilted her head to the side, taking another sip of her wine. “Yeah? I can’t say I was ever really that bad. I think marrying so young maybe had something to do with that. I skipped my wild college girl party years. Of course, after the divorce, I went out every now and then, when I didn’t have Robert.”
She paused. Damn. She didn’t really mean to talk about Robert, but he’d just come up,
“I’m sorry. Robert is - was - my son. He passed away several years before I moved out here.”
She inhaled. “Anyway, didn’t really mean to get on that. We’re not supposed to be getting sad, we’re supposed to be having fun.”
"I'm sorry." Janet put her hand over Donna's. She never knew exactly what to say to something like that, but she never liked being silent about it. Really, most of her traumatic experiences (with the exception of her marriage and her father) were dream-related.
"My father passed away, and I had to sober up. Then I got married. But that lasted about a year for reasons that would just make us more sad." She pointed at the TV. "So what horror will you unleash on us first?"
Donna sighed. ‘I guess we’re just a couple of hot messes, huh?” She said, laughing uneasily, giving Janet’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I guess they’re both conversations for another time. Possibly involving more alcohol.”
“Anyway...time for bad chick flicks. How does Failure To Launch sound. It’s got Matthew McConaughey from his rom com days and Sarah Jessica Parker. Horrible movie satisfaction guaranteed.”
“Might need the really strong stuff for that,” Janet agreed. She squeezed Donna’s hand back, wanting to ease her unease. “And that sounds perfect. Perfectly bad. I’m going to have to apologize ahead of time for the number of impotence jokes I’m going to be making.”
Donna laughed. “No apologies needed. I feel like you need alcohol and jokes to get through McCounaughey’s rom com days. And pretty much any movie Sarah Jessica Parker’s ever made in the history of ever. I feel like I need to go grab us some more wine just in case…” She sank back into the couch, feeling more at ease as she pressed play.
"At least it's something to laugh at. There's hardly ever enough to really laugh at these days." Janet folded her legs under her body and leaned on the armrest of the couch. She mock toasted Donna. "Lets start with what we have and see how bad it gets."
“Ain’t that the truth,” Donna said, taking a sip of her wine. She grinned, returning Janet’s mock-toast. “You’ve got it. To the first of many bad romantic comedies in a night of happy drinking!”
The wine slowly and steadily went down throughout the movie, which Janet was contractually obliged to not take seriously. The second movie was even worse, mostly because of how dated it was. Janet chimed in every time the AOL ‘You’ve Got Mail’ played.
Donna giggled at Janet’s chiming in every time the ‘You’ve Got Mail’ went off. “God, this movie makes me feel old,” she said, her words slightly slurring a little bit. “Though you know….my sister and I had crushes on Tom Hanks for a little while thanks to this movie. As far as rom coms go, it’s not that bad, really.”
"It's not too bad, but it's funny in hindsight. I wonder if there are still people that use AOL?" Janet leaned over, bumping her shoulder into Donna's and giggling. "Wouldn't it be bizarre to be out somewhere and then You've Got Mail!"
She spilled a bit of wine on her arm and licked it off. "Tom Hanks was a hunk."
“Probably old people who are scared to upgrade to that ‘new fangled fancy pants Gmail all the young whipper-snappers are talking about these days,’” Donna said, putting on an old cartoon woman voice. She rubbed her shoulder against Janet’s playfully.
“He was. He was definitely on the list of older crushes I had when I was kid. Him and pre-Jen Brad Pitt. He was a stud. Still his, though he’s getting into silver fox territory now.”
“They’re probably staring at the twitters and wondering why everyone is pretending to be a bird. And why it’s blue and not yellow.”
“And George Clooney,” Janet added. “Oh oh and Catherine Zeta Jones. Very classy.”
Donna gave a happy sigh. “God, Catherine Zeta Jones was sexy. Still is. But she was especially sexy in Chicago. George Clooney’s aged well, too.”
She giggled. “Oh, and Jeff Goldbulm circa the Jurassic Park movies. God, I had such a crush on Ian Malcolm. At least they’re in still in Silver Fox territory, now.”
She leaned her head on her Janet’s shoulder, not really caring. “My list of crushes back then was insane. Uncle Jesse era John Stamos, Titanic Leo, Claire Danes in My So Called Life. Oh, and Melissa Joan Hart. I love Sabrina The Teenage Witch.’
"We're crush twins. I had Chicago on loop for a week. It was a crime that Goldblum wasn't in Jurassic World. All I would have wanted was a shot of him watching the news and shaking his head like 'what did I tell them?'" Janet replied, resting her head on the top of Donna's. Donna's hair smelled nice, which she decided not to think about right now. "And Leo is still kind of hot."
“Ian Malcolm not being in Jurassic World crushed my soul. I mean, not that Chris Pratt isn’t bad to look at, although actually, I really thought Bryce Dallas Howard was sexier, and a better character. But! Yeah. No Ian made me sad.” She scooted a little closer to Janet. “Yeah. He was hot in The Wolf of Wall Street. Though he looks completely ridiculous with that beard I’ve seen him sporting, lately.
"Where was his angry I told you so? Where was his rant at the tv?!" Janet threw up one hand, then dropped that arm around Donna before it could get smushed. "It would have been beautiful."
She tried to bring up a mental picture of Leo. "I'm not that big a fan of beards."
“I wanted to see him call up Claire and her just be all ‘Yes, Dr.Malcolm, I know, you told me so.’” She sighed, running a finger up Janet’s arm playfully.
“My ex-husband had this terrible seventies beard. I can’t count the times I tried to get him to shave it. Sadly, it never worked. I can’t even look at wedding photos without cringing.”
Janet laughed. "Maybe if they'd tried consulting him again. Or they just decided he'd tell them they were being dumb." She tried to reach for the remote, but couldn't do so without moving, and she was feeling exceptionally lazy. She was, however, able to take a long drink.
"Hank...had this godawful mus...musth... shstache for a while," she slurred. She lowered her voice like she was about to impart a terrible secret. "I shaved it off while he shlept."
Donna laughed louder than she would have normally, her drink dribbling a little on her chin as she took another long sip. “I wish I could’ve done with Terry,” she said, her words blurring together a little bit. “He was such a light sleeper, though. It was awful.”
Janet reached over and brushed some of the liquid from Donna’s chin, then stuck her finger in her mouth to suck it off. “I’m… I’m so shorry. I mean… Hank shlept through earthquakes.” She laughed at the memory, though her expression soured a bit. She was conflicted, but there had been good parts to the marriage. Just not enough to make being hit worth it. “Too bad one never dropped a building on him.”
Donna giggled, pressing her forehead against Janet’s. “No more talk of ex-husbands and their awful facial hair. They’re terrible, and we’re better off without them. We are awesome, sexy, independent, fierce women of business who can do anything.”
"Anything?" It was probably the wine. And the harder stuff she was pretty sure they'd broken out something harder at some point but everything was nice and fuzzy. But it was probably that. Because Janet moved her head just so, and kissed Donna.
Was the kiss unexpected? Yes, yes it was? Did Donna mind it in the least? Oh hell no. She returned the kiss in full, her hands going to entangle in the other woman’s hair. Her wine glass crashed to the ground, shattering, but she didn’t care. She’d pick it up later.
Janet's glass joined Donna's in pieces on the floor, but she wasn't really paying attention. She pressed closer to Donna, groaning softly as she cupped the other woman's face with one hand and dug the fingers of her other hand into Donna's shoulder.
It was her first kiss in two years and boy was it a doozy.
Donna leaned into Janet, pressing her body against hers as they continued kissing. Her fingers ran through Janet’s hair, before moving down to settle on her face, enjoying the feel of her warm skin her hands. She didn’t want the kiss to end, but eventually, their lips part, and Donna found herself breathing a little bit heavier than she was earlier.
She smiled, pressing her nose against Janet’s, before going in for another kiss.
She was going to say something. She didn't remember what, but she was going to say something, except they were kissing again and that was much better than words. Words required thought and consideration, but kissing was something Janet could just follow through. Like how she grinned into the kiss (and laughed a little) and slid into Donna's lap.
Normally, Donna didn’t mind talking. She was all for talking. But right now, talking could wait. Oh boy, could it definitely wait. Until much later. Or in the morning. Who knew right now. All Donna knew was that her and Janet were having fun, and she didn’t want to stop kissing her. She wrapped her arms around the other woman, pulling her to her tightly as she continued kissing her, determined to explore every inch of the other woman’s mouth.
The strength of the arms around her was something that Janet really liked. She shifted her lower body until she was straddling Donna and tugged lightly on her hair, trying to get her head tilted back so she could kiss and nip at her throat. Whether or not this was a good idea could wait until later, right now it felt like the best idea in the history of ideas.
Donna tilted her head back, sighing at the feeling of Janet’s lips on her throat. Her hands roamed over the other woman’s body, exploring her curves and every inch of her body that Donna could get her hands on. God, see needed this. She didn’t care that she was drunk, didn’t care that in the morning, she’d have the hangover from holy hell, and that she’d need to have a serious conversation with her friend. But right now, all she needed and wanted was Janet, and the incredible feelings that she was having right now.
And that’s when Donna got her brilliant idea. Wrapping her arms around Janet, positioning her legs so that they were wrapped around Donna’s waist, she stood up, hoisting the other woman up with her. Janet could keep kissing her, but Donna made sure that she stepped over wine glasses and such, as she carried her out of the living room, and into the bedroom.
Because going to a place where they could have some more to move...that seemed like a great idea right now.