{ 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

[moonheart]

[ IRISH GALS UNITE. the other petite girl with a matching lilt to her accent is having a helluva time matching ella shot for shot over here. but then she has a better idea, ok. ] We should see if they have any fey drinks in stock!

[sorceresslite]

Are you mad? Half the people here cannae even hold the shots! We'll be the last people standing, picking our way across their alcohol soaked bodies. [ ...she flags down a bartender. because all that was code for hell yes! ]

[moonheart]

I didn't say they had to drink them. It's not fair that everyone else gets to feel it.

[sorceresslite]

My da let me have fey wine for my eighteenth. [ she smiles fondly. ] That was a terrible idea. Finn fell off the roof trying to chase me and the dog set the barn on fire. It was brilliant.

[moonheart]

Did the dog breathe fire or something?

[sorceresslite]

No, the dog was chasing a far darrig that I set on fire. [ so... who set the barn on fire?

ella. ] But the dog chased it into the barn, 'stead of down the back field.

[moonheart]

None of the animals got hurt, I hope.

[sorceresslite]

Oh no. Madra's a beast of a dog, he's fine. Finn's going to bring him back whenever he... comes back.

[moonheart]

Oh hey, Finn! I know Finn!

[sorceresslite]

I am genuinely unsurprised. [ finn is a likable guy, he's v friendly. he knows everyone. ]

[moonheart]

He's a pretty fun guy. I don't know how I didn't put two and two together that you guys were related.

[sorceresslite]

'cause we look nothing alike probably. And Finn actually acts like a knight whereas I do not. [ she tosses back another shot to punctuate her point. ]

[moonheart]

What fun would it be if we all acted the same?