party! } welcome to the new age

[bittersweeter]

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons

WHO || Everyone ever aka whomever is in the castle
WHAT || Lila is throwing a party
WHERE || Large parlor room
WHEN || Tuesday, July 23, 2013; 9pm onwards
HOW || Actionspam, threadjack away.

This isn't exactly a squiring after party. Lila's never been to a knighting (and the odds are not in her favor) but she doubts this party is much like it either. The invitation comes in the form of a mass text message sent the day before -- she doesn't care who gets it, its not as if Wynn is going to come to her party. A date, a time, a location, and the rules. She doesn't give a reason.

The rules are simple: dress up classy, don't bring a gift, and wear a mask. It's a masquerade, after all, a mask is a prerequisite. Lila is even so kind as to provide them, a porcelain bowl perched on a chair by the door holds an array; running the gamut from Phantom of the Opera white to classic Venetian blue and gold to Dia de los Muertos red and black. Anyone without a mask is subject to Lila's wrath.

The room is entirely lit by tea lights floating in small glass bowls, leaving long shadows across the walls, and strings of red fairy lights draped across doorways and windows. Music is playing somewhere, loud and dark, forcing you to press up against the person you're talking to. A table shoved against the wall is covered with bottles of fancy champagne, wine, expensive vodka and, the odd man out, pink lemonade. She and Faye might have gone a tad overboard with the alcohol. Blue plastic cups sit in a tottering pile off to the side, a jumble of colorful paper umbrellas dotting the free space on the desk. Another table holds a towering monstrosity of nibbles -- chocolates and tiny cream puffs, miniature Madeline cookies and delicate eclairs. Nothing to fill up on if you're worried about drinking on an empty stomach. Not her problem, she is obviously catering to the younger crowd here. Namely herself.

Lila is around, face half hidden by a simple lacy black mask. Her one blue eye and one green eye would be a dead giveaway if her scar didn't already make it perfectly clear who is behind the mask. She's not playing hostess, she had enough of that back home being Daddy's little darling. This is the first birthday party she has had in almost four years, but even determined to make the most of her experience, she remains at the fringes, drink in hand. The combination of pink lemonade and vodka makes her nostalgic.

Don't worry though, she has her gloves on.

For now.

Comments

for lila, but also open~

[likeagod]

[As if Dimitri was going to miss your birthday, Lila.

He does take one of the masks, as he's happy to play by her rules on her own party.

He has a barely touched glass of red wine in his hand when he finds the birthday girl.]

Happy birthday, Lilchka.

[Oh look, he has a russian nickname for you, Lila. <3]

[bittersweeter]

[Well Dimitri gets the biggest smile possible from Lila when she isn't in the best mood -- which frankly is still pretty bright. She is just really fond of the enormous Russian.]

Thanks, Dimitri. I felt like a party, my birthday seemed like a good enough excuse.

[likeagod]

[Ah, good. Much better. No one should be unhappy on their birthday.]

You're very welcome. [He nods.] I can't think of many better ones, though I'm sure you could have come up with something.

[bittersweeter]

Probably. [WHAT IS MODESTY?] I haven't had a birthday in a while though, I'm out of practice.

[likeagod]

I hadn't even thought about it until now, but it's possible I've had a birthday since I arrived here, and I would never know.

[Veil!nesia strikes again.]

As for being out of practice, I wouldn't have known that, either.

[bittersweeter]

It's been four years. [She shrugs, because it makes his compliment more complimentary, honestly, and she is down for that.]

You don't remember your birthday?

[likeagod]

[He shakes his head.]

I don't remember much of anything outside the duties and society of my race.

[He smiles quietly.]

But this is your birthday. No need to talk about me.

[bittersweeter]

Yeah, but my life is an actual Shakespearean tragedy, why would I want to talk about me?

[likeagod]

[Tragic lives everywhere. Dimitri's just lucky he doesn't remember his.]

I admit I'm not familiar with too many of them. I'll let you decide if that's fortunate or unfortunate.

[bittersweeter]

Well, it's called a tragedy for a reason. [A beat, as she takes a gulp of her drink.] I used to be a cat.

[likeagod]

[His head cants slightly to the side at that.]

Really? Permanently?

[bittersweeter]

Not completely permanent, obviously, but I couldn't turn it off. [She takes another gulp and then just decides to down the rest of the drink.] Cats don't really have birthdays.

[likeagod]

That's permanent enough.

[He frowned.]

I can't imagine that's something you'd want to talk about, though.

[Given her reaction to the subject.]

[bittersweeter]

[She shrugs a little, the sudden gulps of her drink making her a little warm and fuzzy.] I was the cutest fucking thing though.

[likeagod]

[The corner of his mouth twitches in a near attempt at a smile.]

I'm sure you were. Cats don't seem to usually like Dhampirs, though.

[bittersweeter]

My dislike of everyone is nondiscriminatory. Plus I knew I wasn't supposed to be a cat. [Which... made it worse, but. Hey, maybe it's why she doesn't give a fuck about Rose...]

[likeagod]

Well, I hope you don't dislike me too much. I would rather make friends than enemies here.

[bittersweeter]

[That makes her laugh a little because, to her, Dimitri is a really nice guy and even though he triples her in size probably and can break her in have with his thumb for fun... she highly doubts he ever will.

Which is why, for the record, she is not scared of him.]

Don't worry, Russia, I like you.

[Even if his taste in girlfriends sucks.]

[likeagod]

[The nickname makes him nearly smile every time, and this time he even chuckles lightly.]

I'm glad to hear it.

[Because he doesn't want people to be afraid of him, not usually. Especially around here.]

So, when would you like your next Russian lesson?

[bittersweeter]

Right now? [She is 98% joking.] Tomorrow? You know, we should probably just set a day, once a week.

[likeagod]

If Wednesday's work for you regularly, then that's fine with me. So long as we're both here, of course.

[bittersweeter]

Wednesdays are great. [She will make them work. Grrrr.

PS: best birthday present.]

[likeagod]

Excellent.

[He smiles, glad to help. He enjoys them, after all, and it helps him to continue speaking it as well. He would never forget it, as his first language, but there's nothing wrong with continuing to practice.

He holds out a hand to her.]

Care for a friendly birthday dance?

[bittersweeter]

[Lila glances at his hand dubiously before she takes it.]

You're like a giant, I feel like I'm dancing with my dad. [Which, aww, is so sweet, until she ruins it.] Isn't Rose gonna have a hissy fit?

[likeagod]

She's already angry that I'm here.

[Clearly that didn't stop him, so...]

And I think I prefer big brother over Dad.