She wasn't as good as most girls were with this part. Val had woken up early, showered slowly and made sure to use each and every pampering item she'd bought the week before. After the shower, with her hair in a towel, she'd danced around her apartment in her underwear. She can do that since the windows are covered. Her wet hair was dryed, curled and pulled up with a few soft curls falling down her cheeks and over her shoulders. She took too much time putting on the slinky black dress that draped in the front down to her belly button and came up high enough to make her legs look longer than they were. The black heels she chose gave her two and a half inches on her height. Her makeup took the longest but she was happy with the result in the end. She'd taken such a long time with the overall appearance and hopefully she looked good. Eyeing herself in the mirror, a wink and a smile and she was out the door, a small purse tucked under her arm.

Her smile didn't fade the entire trip to the Bank. It wasn't too far from her place and the walk would be nice. Half an hour and she was standing outside the building, her head tilting back and looking over the club. She was a bit early but hopefully someone she knew would be here by now. Adjusting the short dress, she headed inside. Weaving in and out of nicely dressed party-goers, she chewed at her lip and took in all possible details nervously. She was bumped and nudged and it took a decent amount of time just to make it across the dance floor.

The doorman got his word that she'd been given earlier that week and she was being shown toward the booth Jos had gotten for the private party. She hadn't lost her smile. The club atmosphere made sure of that. Val took the last couple of steps and glanced around. Where was everyone? Maybe she was a bit early.