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

[ 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.

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[ on the whole, emma's not huge on the club scene or the night out thing. she's relatively introverted and comfortable being alone, but more than that, she's thirty. she's kind of over it outside of the occasional happy hour. even with that in mind, it's faye's birthday, so she shows up in a black leather minidress and a gift that she foists off as quickly as possible with a happy birthday attached.

she's found for the better part of the evening at the bar, but she's moving at a slow and steady pace through her drinks; she's not looking to leave here drunk, but to take an edge off the noise and the #youths. ]

[look, it's the guy who's been all over lila all night, going to the bar, next to emma. ordering pink lemonade and vodka that couldn't possibly be for himself (well, it could, but it's not). obvs this is lila's ~mystery man~. this is an a+ tag. ]

S'that for Lila? [ welcome to emma's web. she rolled a 27 sense motive so she's pretty accurately narrowed him down as ~the guy.~ which means he's subject to interrogation. she swivels her barstool and offers him a tight smile, nodding down at the drink as it's placed on the bar. ] That's her favorite. [ #mom. ]

Obviously. I know that it is. [he glances at her, eyebrow raised. of course this party is going to be full of lila's ~frands~, but he only really knows faye.] You are...?

Emma. [ she gives an easy shrug, putting on an easygoing, casual expression as she pries. ] You don't have to get confrontational; I was just curious. Seems like you know here pretty well, but I haven't seen you before.

I wasn't being confrontational. [not ... intentionally???] I'm Jack. Her boyfriend.

[ her smile turns thin and she nods her understanding. ]

Ahhh. Yeah, she's mentioned you. [ her gaze flickers over his face briefly, keeping an eye on the drink in her peripheral vision. ] Kind of old to be dating a teenager, aren't you? [ but she says it with a smile so it's polite that's how it works right. ]

She's eighteen, and I actually don't remember how old I am. [s h r u g.] It hasn't proven to be a problem for us.

What a relief. [ she's not relieved at all. ] How'd you two meet, anyway?

She was in Chicago investigating a murder. I investigate crime scenes. [bluff 25]

[ sense motive 30. BZZZT. emma's pleasant expression doesn't falter, though her eyes continue to search his face. ]

Really? [ she picks up her own glass, glancing away and raising her eyebrows. ] You flew all this way on a CSI's salary to make it to her best friend's birthday. Sounds like Lila found herself quite the Prince Charming.

I've racked up some frequent flyer miles from our visits. [bluff 18 although lbr it's probably true...] And our anniversary is next week, anyway. It's a multipurpose trip.

The police department lets you take that much time off? [ she sets her glass aside, leaning one elbow on the bar and shifting her weight to it. ] Picking up a Veil-amnesiac's a big deal, picking up one that skips the country on weekends, that's ... Well. You're lucky your boss is so understanding. [ because that's so many levels of WHO IS THIS SKETCHY GUY ok. bluff 10 she ain't even trying to pretend she thinks his boss is understanding or a nice person because she doesn't buy this for a second. ]

I do good work. I believe the word invaluable may have been used.

Edited 2014-03-30 07:06 (UTC)

[ another smile, tighter this time. she nods, and after a beat, she decides to push. ]

Why don't you wanna tell me where you work, Jack?

[he's also acting all smiley and cordial ftr. this is a stepford wives confrontation.] Why is where I work any of your business?

[ stepford wives are about to get interrupted by lila bouncing over, the absolute picture of happiness as she careens into sylar's arms, crashing their conversation like i'm crashing yo thread. ]

God, you're so slow! I just convinced some guy back there... [ she spots emma as she turns to stand next to sylar and not just attached to his chest like a koala, arm curling around his waist. she brushes her messy curls back and trails off, her delighted smile shrinking as she glances between them. after two missions with emma and a year with sylar she can read their body language easily. (sense motive 24) plus it's emma and sylar. ] ...that I'm Russian royalty. So I see you've met. Have you gotten past the age thing yet?

[ she literally has already told him, ages ago, that it was going to come up so she's just assuming it did. if it was going to come up with anyone it would be emma since faye gave none fucks and felicity is super chill. ]

Well past.

[ emma straightens up, her smile dropping into a more neutral look as she turns to glance at lila. ~so innocent.~ ]

I was just talking to Jack about what he does for a living.

Edited 2014-03-30 20:15 (UTC)

[ she looks up at him with a stupidly in love smile, it's gross but she looks perfectly relaxed and at ease and happy with him. she looks back at emma and her ease turns to an expression that not so subtly reads "BE FUCKING NICE PLEASE". don't make her regret allowing the both of you to meet finally. ] He's handy to have around. And one of the only people that would help us out in Chicago, he's pretty much the reason we figured out who was killing all those people.

[ none of that is untrue ftr. ]

[he looks pretty gooey looking down at her, too. they're disgusting. and it is 100 percent not even a little bit an act.] Oh, it was nothing.

Okay. That's - [ she grabs her beer stein and slowly slips off of the bar stool. pda is not emma's thing and she's visibly uncomfortable with it - brow furrowed, lips pursed, shoulders hunched. ] I'll leave you two alone.

[ lila rolls her eyes. gosh, that's not even pda, they're just looking at each other. ] Okay. Later gator.

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

( emma, ota )

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