The truth of three and not very well

Disco Mama put in her pocket several special Disco balls and then put on her roller blades, not putting on her full villain outfit as she was trying to move fast. So she was left in just her sleep pants and a regular shirt as she raced to the elevator on her roller blades, a few special disco balls being shuffled in her hand as she pushed the button to go down with the other.

She waited in the elevator as the old contraption slowly made its way down the floors, a loud grinding noise echoing down the shaft as it did. Disco Mama waited, leaning against the back of the elevator, shuffling the disco balls in her hand faster in irritation. Eventually the gates finally began to slowly creak open with disco. Moma was only waiting for them to be open wide enough to fit through before she was shooting out of the elevator, down the halls of the first floor, and out the front door of the run-down apartment.

She quickly made her way down the side streets using the lights as she had to cross, making her way across town as fast as she could. Trying to be as fast as she could while avoiding being run over by the many crazy drivers and super shenisgans that went on at night. Eventually disco Moma reached her destination, a gentleman's club half way across town from her apartment called the studded ace, with a pair of playing cards above the joint as a sign.

Disco Moma stormed through the club parking lot, heading towards the back of the place. She quickly went through a back door that had been left open for her. She went in the back door quickly and found who she was meeting quickly, as she was waiting not far from the back door. A black striper covered in a black see-through lingerie with wrists that were studded and covered with ace of hearts.

"Are they still here?" Disco Moma asked the striper, wary that the dumb asses had somehow gotten spooked and left before they could get their hands on them. The woman nodded a no and pointed her thumb over her shoulder to a door with a window in it that separated the back rooms from the main floor. Disco Mama made her way over to the window in the door and spotted who she was here for and gave an angry snarl at the sight of the three idiots enjoying the strippers and blow.

"Well, we're going to deal with them, or are you going to just keep looking?" The stripper with the studded heart bracelet asked. To which Disco Mama nodded firmly, and so the head stripper with the studded heart bracelet waved at her girls, who were with three idiots who had done the unthinkable. The strippers working for her quickly got the message the hands were conveying to them and easily convinced the high idiots to follow them into the back.

Meanwhile, a certain Riri was back at her college campus cramping for a test, mostly to avoid thinking about last night's disaster. As she would have passed the test without studying for it, the cramming for it wasn't doing a good job of distracting her from last night's fiasco.

She, as Iron Heart, was an up-and-comer, so she had to prove herself by beating bad guys and stopping crime, none of which she did last night. No, instead she got run around in circles by some lady from a seventies disco ring, and to top it all, someone had taken a picture of her covered in jewelry. She was guessed by one of the cops after they had let her out of the safe, which sadily meant it had been memed.

So now every time she turned to social media, if any sort, she kept seeing pictures of her in her iron heart armor covered in bank jelews with the heading bling heart. So yeah, that wasn't flattering, nor did it help that it caught on, and everyone on campus was currently calling her hero identity bling heart, which was irritating.

Which was very bad as she had been up all night and couldn't go to sleep as she had classes in the afternoon that she had to be up and ready for. Which meant that in total she was sleep deprived, irritated, and embarrassed. Being tripped up by a seventies disco villain of all things and being set up to take the fall for the heist with no evidence to the contrary meant she had lost a decent amount of trust among the super hero community.

So yeah, things were not going well for Riri, but eventually things would get better for her, as she had hoped. As eventually it was the afternoon and time to go to her one class of the day and take her quiz, which she aced of course. Though it wasn't that she didn't have any problems, though it was more from her own classmates than the class itself.

As it would turn out, the usual brain dead black supremacist decided that the bling heart meme was offensive and tried to get people for it. She didn't like how it portrayed her sure, but Riri wouldn't stop anyone from enjoying it, but she didn't want to cause any trouble as the class would eventually be over and she could leave the brain dead blacks behind.

If she got into trouble with the morons, they would stick her in a classroom with them to make up. She would rather not do that, so she kept her mouth shut, and the first chance she got Riri bolted out of the classroom. Though as she made her way back to her dorm, she had no idea that the humiliation that she would face for the bling heart incident was only just beginning.