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[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

[bittersweeter]

[ she bounces up out of her seat and skirts around the table to take his hand. yes, they're holding hands. dwi. ] Yeah, once you hail a cab 'cause I didn't drive. [ he might have seen the taxi, lila, you could be stating the obvious here, stupid. ]

[watchmaker]

[he'd love to deal with it, ok. as soon as he grabs the chocolate off the table before they leave. there.] That's probably a good thing, if you were doing shots at your party.

[bittersweeter]

There wasn't much else to do. Little kids get games and pool parties, pin the tail on the donkey and tag, I just got alcohol. [ which even considering the last birthday party she has was her thirteenth where she and cassel drunkenly pierced each other's ear... her birthday parties haven't changed much. her hand lifts to the tiny scar on her ear before she lets it fall, shaking her shoulders to shove the memory away. ] But I also got you, so. I still win.

[watchmaker]

It's a shame we never got to use our tell. [oh look here comes a taxi. he's gonna hail it like a boss. aw yeah.] After all that time we spent practicing.

[bittersweeter]

I know. It really is too bad. And only one of us has a mask. [ a little pout, because she would have liked to have him at her party, but oh well. she'll live. make him come to her next birthday. ] It was fun practice though.

[watchmaker]

Maybe your next birthday. [mindtwins, ok. getting in the taxi now.]

[bittersweeter]

[ she slides in and quickly directs the cab driver to the hotel, it's all of fifteen minutes away, they probably could have walked, but no. WHY EXPEND THAT KIND OF ENERGY. besides, now they have time for activities. or chocolate, which she zeros in on as she slips back into the seat, reaching over to retrieve it. ] All I want is the cherry one.

[watchmaker]

[he helps her out and holds it out to her.] Why settle for one? They're all yours.

[bittersweeter]

I know they're all mine. [ she cracks the box open, flipping the little crinkly paper liner over to see where everything is mapped out, but it's dark and she's apparently blind (spot 5), so she winds up just touching every candy until she finds the domed one. mm cherry. ] But I only want one.

[watchmaker]

For what it's worth, the cherry ones are my favorite, too.

[bittersweeter]

[ taking a bite of it, she tips it so the cherry goo doesn't drip out of the remaining half and holds it out. sharing is caring. ]

[watchmaker]

[well he's not about to be all humble like ~oh no i could never~ because that's not his style. his style is to take it and eat it, so he does just that.]

[bittersweeter]

[ she smiles a little, before leaning over to put her head on his shoulder, picking at the rest of the chocolate. tasting all of them and returning the pieces to their little spaces until she finds the coconut cream one, which she actually eats. ]

[watchmaker]

[it's cool, he'll just let her lean on him and eat. and revel in how nice it is to have her around in general. ... and okay maybe steal a chocolate.]

[bittersweeter]

[ her head tips a little to be able to look at him. ] Can I make a birthday request? Or is that too ungrateful considering you flew all the way out here to see me and brought chocolate.

[watchmaker]

What's the request?

[bittersweeter]

Tell me your name? [ she sounds so so quietly hopeful. ]

[watchmaker]

I told you that I don't remember my name. [bluff 12; although he's not exactly lying ...... just not being completely honest, either.]

[bittersweeter]

[ (sense motive 18) she looks at him for a few moments longer before turning her attention back to the chocolates, poking at another cherry one. she can't force him.

well, she can, but. ] Okay.

[watchmaker]

[after a long pause and further consideration, he decides to come clean(er) — ] But ... I do have a name. Not my real name, but a name I came through the veil remembering.

[bittersweeter]

Yeah? [ she doesn't ask him to tell her again, because it may be something seemingly small, but there is only so much rejection -- perceived or otherwise -- she can take at one time. so she says yeah, a question that isn't a question so if he leaves it at that nothing is left unanswered, technically. ]

[watchmaker]

Sylar.

[bittersweeter]

[ gently setting the chocolate aside, she pulls her knees up under her, shifting to face him. ] Hi Sylar.

[watchmaker]

Hello, Lila. [fuck it yo, he's going in for a kiss.]

[bittersweeter]

[ perfect present. now with added bonus of kissing, which lila returns enthusiastically. perfect birthday, really. ]