knightsoflegend | wedding ♔ baby we've come a long way

wedding ♔ baby we've come a long way

♪ you are the best thing -- ray lamontagne

WHO || Lila & Sylar and invited guests
WHAT || Wedding & Reception
WHERE || Baglioni Hotel London, the Ballroom
WHEN || September 18, 2015; 4PM onwards [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

The ballroom of the hotel is a study in elegance, which isn't surprising considering who the bride is, but perhaps more surprising are the personal touches and sheer sentimentality of the room. Circular tables are scattered on the edge of the dance floor, covered with ivory tablecloths, and while there isn't a seating chart, everyone invited can find a place card with their name scrawled on it so they can claim their spot at a table. Along with the simple centerpieces and floral arrangements, each table holds a different photo of Lila and Sylar, often times selfies, and a location that has some sentimental meaning. London, Nando's, New York, Chicago, Tahiti, Andres, etc. (The tiny table for two by the dessert table is labeled Oregon.)

Once they're presented to the guests, Lila and Sylar have their first dance, to get it out of the way and so no one can ruin it. After a dinner of steak, crab stuffed sole, creamed potatoes, and late summer vegetables, the DJ starts playing dance music and probably won't stop all night if we're being honest. Castle party music this is not. There is a brief pause to cut the cake and so Lila can inhale about twelve petit fours by herself, but it's party, party, party all night long. And, oh yeah, it's an open bar.

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[Faye has been wandering around the reception hall, drinking, celebrating, dancing, etc. At one point in the evening, she spots Rose and is about to wave her over to do a shot, but watches as the woman heads outside instead. Finding that slightly curious (and actually giving a shit about that... weird), Faye heads out after her.]

Party's inside, you know. [She says, head cocking to one side.]

[And equally weird for Rose is that when she hears Faye's voice? It's not dread that fills her but something closer to relief, maybe even a spark of happiness.

A smile lights across her lips, a little tight as she glances back inside, the drink in her hand already close to finished as a huff of laughter escapes.]

Oh yeah. I'm sure everyone is dying for me to get back in there and be the life of it. [Rose's issues with Lila were hardly a secret. Faye surely knew she was only invited because of Dean.]

I've already had one year in the making conversation tonight. Not sure I'm ready to make it two. [She wasn't so naive as to think she could get through the night without talking to Dimitri as well.]

I'll do my best to make this conversation as vapid as possible. [she raises an eyebrow like 'what the hell sort of deep convos are you getting into girl?']

You know what helps? Shots.

[Rose... doesn't really know what vapid means (Know 8) but, she's pretty sure it's a good thing (Wis 14) so that earns a grin.]

Thank god for that. [Exhaling a shake of laughter.

There is a hesitation at shots but it's only a brief one.] If by that you mean many? Sign me up.

Apparently Lila got some unholy concoction called Vodquila for this thing so... [Time to get fucked up!!]

I can snag a bottle and just bring it out here if you're really not feeling the crowd in there.

[Her eyes narrow like, is that what I think it is? But Rose decides she's rather not know.]

I'm working my way back up to the crowd out there... [Read: I did the ex best friend I don't know if I'm ready for the ex-boyfriend.

Though getting drunk with the ex-frenemy is perfectly okay.]

The Vod... quila? Might help with that. [In other words yes please balcony drinking to start with.]

Got it. I'll be back. [She tries not to think too hard about the fact that she's going out of her way to make Rose more comfortable in this situation. A situation, for the record, that she doesn't actually know anything about. But she can just chalk it up to making sure no one causes a scene at Lila's wedding.

Getting people drunk often helps with that right? Faye is the best at this.

In truth, she doesn't find Rose all that upsetting anymore. They've bonded over some things, gotten past their differences. They won't ever be besties, but they can get along fairly well.]

I got the half empty one. I figure half a bottle of this shit is more than enough to share. We want you loosened up, not blacking out. [She holds out a couple of shot glasses she swiped as well so Rose can hold those while she pours.]

[I'm sure nothing bad can actually come of Rose getting drunk at an event where she's the date of the guy she left her ex for and they're both in attendance.

Nothing at all.]

You sure about that? [Throwing a wry grin Faye's way as she takes hold of the shot glasses to allow her to pour. They got through pizza together and actually had a... good time? Rose figures if they can master drinking together they might have done a complete 180.] Though I don't think Dean would appreciate having to carry me up to bed.

[With the first shots poured, Faye just snorts a laugh.]

Uh, the best part about a wedding is having really intense not married sex afterwards. You want to be conscious for that, pretty sure.

[She takes her shot glass and holds it out in toast.]

Yeah - right. Last wedding I went to? Dean got into a drinking competition with my - [She hesitates a moment like she's not really sure what to call Helen to other people. My Not!Mom just sounded kind of, weird.] Helen. [Like that sounds better?] And my night was spent holding her hair back for her while we got lost trying to find her room.

[She raises her shot glass and as if that story alone is reason enough, Rose takes the shot and -oh wow. LMAO. Crit Fails her Fort Save. She so spits that shit right back out.]

Fucking - christ! If I keep drinking that? I'm not going to be conscious for a week.

[So... Faye crit failed a wis check to infer whatever Rose wasn't saying about Helen. Which means instead of just being confused, she just picks the weirdest/worst option.]

Helen like- the one in the Hoard? So you and Dean and... her..? [Enjoy that image you didn't want at all, Rose.]

[Huh?]

[Wis 19]

What?! [Actually horrified right now.] God, no! She's like my Mom!

[Yeah Helen you can just be grateful that Rose's Will Save was good enough she didn't drop the 'Wrong Couple' bomb. (26).]

Just - noooo. [So horrified that she doesn't care how ghastly that alcohol is. Rose is going to pour herself another shot! The shock of that image is so great that she fares much better this time when she knocks it back. (Fort 32 lol)] So much no.

[That reaction is possibly the most hilarious thing Faye has ever seen. Cackling, she takes the bottle from Rose when she's done and pours her own second shot.]

You might want to open with that next time, just saying.

Yeah well, if I'd known you'd think sex? I totally would have. [Laughing though, a real, full and honest kind of laughter that Faye has probably never seen from Rose. Few people have.]

You know a year ago... had somebody told me I'd be doing this? Joking with you about sex with Dean on a balcony at Lila's wedding? [She shakes her head, still smiling, just letting that thought linger.

They'd both come a very long way since they first joined the Knights.]

It's weird as hell. [She agrees, nodding and looking back at the reception party inside.]

I don't even feel like that person anymore. Which is good, I guess. I was kind of a bitch.

[She still is. Just a different flavor.]

You kind of went full on Mean Girls on me when we first met. [Half teasing as she adds.] At least now I know what that means. [Know PC: 18.

She bobs her head from side to side, able at least to acknowledge her own shortcomings now.] And I was... angry. A lot.

[Then again, like Faye she still is but like Faye, it was different these days.]

Now I just can't be bothered, you know?

I can't tell if we've grown as people or if we're just dead inside.

[Well that was morbid but it's a valid option tbh.]

Either way- I'm glad we're not at each other's throats anymore. You're actually not as awful as I thought.

Both? [Might be a morbid way of looking at things but Faye had a point. Maybe not dead but just, numb to the things that had once seemed so important.]

Perspective does that I guess.

Uh - Thanks, [Faye's words causing her to snort with amusement and shake her head.] I think? [She'll take it.] It made it easier not to hate you once I realized you didn't actually want me dead, so.

It was touch and go for a minute there. [Okay she only wanted Rose dead for a couple of months. The rest was just seething hatred but less homicidal thoughts.]

I'm just glad you haven't punched me again.

[She sobers a little and simply says.] Andres. [Figuring Faye would know the conversation Rose was referring to. It marked the moment when Rose actually started seeing Faye as a person and not some psycho ho-beast.]

You should be, I punch a lot harder now than I did back then. [Well. True. Rose however offers her a wry half grin and lifts one shoulder in a shrug.] Now if I could say the same about you setting me on fire. [The mere fact that she can joke about it, speaks volumes.]

Hey, that was an accident! [She says, laughing and looking a little sheepish.] Believe it or not, I don't really want to see you burned to a crisp anymore.

[But things are different now. Better. Weird, but better. She's quiet for a moment, the humor slowly fading from her expression as she weighs the options of whether or not to say something.]

So it's probably not my business, [When has that ever stopped her.] but I know things with you and Lissa have always been kind of ...weird. And if there was anything I could do to help? [She gives a shrug of one shoulder before moving to start pouring another set of shots, because she's not going to stand there because offering to be helpful makes her uncomfortable.]

Rest in peace, Dean's sweater. [She looks so serious, for about 2 seconds before laughter spills over.] Wow we have progressed, haven't we.

[It's delivered as a joke and yet, it's not lost on Rose how much they have grown. Of course, the mention of Lissa could threaten to derail that growth and while Rose doesn't respond badly exactly, there's still a definite tension when the subject comes up.]

It's... [She sighs, never really sure how to make people understand her side of things.]

Complicated? I mean it's not like there's a handbook for how to deal with having your brain tuned into somebody elses thoughts all the time. [Rose just assumes that Faye knows about the bond to be honest.]

[Faye's extremely confused expression might give away that she's clueless as to what Rose is talking about.]

Tuned into...huh?

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