{ party } you came in scared, but you're leaving bold

[bittersweeter]

[ best day of my life -- american authors ]

WHO || All the bitches, tbh. [open]
WHAT || Faye's 18th Birthday, yay!
WHERE || Lost Society Bar, London, England
WHEN || March 28th, 7pm - onwards [forward-dated]
HOW || Actionspam

Formerly a two story barn, the bar Lila rented for Faye's birthday has an Art Deco theme that continues through the building, with each space having been given a contemporary twist. The lavish interiors create a feeling of forgotten decadence. Each room has its own distinct and unique ambience, all complementing one another yet reflecting different moods, depending on the feeling of the moment, flowing through to the secluded garden.

The man at the door has been notified to waive the cover charge for anyone that comes bearing a gift, but if you don't come bearing gifts... don't expect Lila to feel pity for you. You're paying that cover charge yourself, en-fucking-joy, you soulless, non-gifting-bearing bastard. (This was mentioned in the invites she sent out to all the ladies in the castle. It's possible that it's literally all the ladies in the castle as Lila doesn't care whether they're friends with Faye or not. No boys got invites unless they were verbal. The dress code of "fancy but down to fuck" was also on the invitations...)

Tucked in the back is a partitioned off banquet for the VIP party and once inside the ropes, you get a stamp on your hand so the drinks are free for the rest of the night -- and the drink of the night is a Bailey's Comet. Because it's on fire. Drink, enjoy, be merry. Do things. Save room for the cake.

And if anyone is worried about a bunch of drunk knights trying to drive home, Lila rented a handful of rooms at a nearby hotel because when she plans shit, she plans it well.

Anything for her best friend.

Comments

[bittersweeter]

Hey Red. [ she bounces over all cheerful and smiley. she got bored waiting for sylar to get her drink, tbh, because he's probably been waylaid by someone else so astrid gets lila. enjoy. she snaps her fingers rudely at the bartender and demands a drink.

she paid their tips upfront. they are her bitches for the night, tbh. girl knows how to party. so in no time at all, two shots are set on the bar in front of them and lila scoops one up. ] Cheers.

[pathology]

Astrid. [she doesn't seem particularly pissed off while ~correcting~ lila today, though; it's just habit. which is probably because she's been drinking so much. just watch her do yet another shot!] Cheers. How are you?

[bittersweeter]

I'm fine, Astrid. [ still going to call her red. ] Do you like the party?

[pathology]

I love it! I love all parties.

[bittersweeter]

When is your birthday? [ lila is pm klaus. because she missed three of her own birthdays they have become a Thing. ]

[pathology]

October 29th. [remember the time you insulted her about it??? REMEMBER????] I'll be turning 23.

[bittersweeter]

Ha, almost Halloween! [ whoops! she sure did forget that. ] How do you feel about a Mardi Gras theme? You look good in purple and green. [ her hand flutters out to brush at astrid's red hair. ] Gold, too, probably.

[pathology]

But October isn't near Mardi Gras at all. Won't it be weird? [she scrunches her nose, but doesn't try to stop lila from touching her hair. she is a majestic unicorn, feel free to brush her mane.]

[bittersweeter]

No. [ so firm. it is known. ] It would be unexpected and fun. We could have a mini parade in your honor.

[pathology]

Well, I can't turn down a parade dedicated to me ...

[bittersweeter]

[ this is how she sucks you in, astrid, with promises of parades and compliments on your appearance. watch out. flee before she considers you a friend. ] I should think not.

[pathology]

Tell me more about my parade. [look, it's not like she had an abundance of friends rn.]

[bittersweeter]

I don't know, I've never been to Mardi Gras, I'll have to do some research first. Unless you just want girls flashing you for beads, which I can arrange. Like... now. Er, maybe in ten minutes because I'd have to go to the store for beads first.

[pathology]

No, no! [she waves her hands dimissively] That's okay! No beads! No flashing!

[bittersweeter]

Oookay. Keeping the flashing for me, got it. [ a beat. ] And cake. Because there is no point to a birthday without cake. So a parade and cake.

[pathology]

Um, obviously. What kind of birthday doesn't have cake? I'm okay with this plan so far.

[bittersweeter]

Diabetic birthdays?

[pathology]

Wrong! They make cake mix with Splenda and stuff.

[bittersweeter]

[ her nose wrinkles. food snob. ] Ew

[pathology]

I didn't say it tasted good, I just know it exists.

[bittersweeter]

Why? That's horrendous.

[ no. diabetics just don't get cake. ]

[pathology]

I was really into baking for like a week, okay? And diabetic people like to eat cake, too. I mean, probably. Or it wouldn't exist.

[bittersweeter]

Only for a week? [ THAT IS REALLY FUNNY TO HER for some strange reason. ]

[pathology]

Yeah, I kind of sucked at it and then I didn't feel like doing it anymore.

[bittersweeter]

[ still laughing a little she shrugs. ] Sounds like my foray into good personhood.