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

[watchmaker]

Maybe next time. [he kisses the side of her head. ok maybe he didn't feel like getting out of bed, either ... just a little ... ]

[bittersweeter]

[ she is made of pout. but it was nice that he'd agreed, she'll have to hold on to that. ] What do you want to do instead?

[watchmaker]

I don't know, what do you want to do? It's your birthday. Or at least, it was.

[bittersweeter]

I don't know. I wasn't even sure you'd really show, so. I didn't think ahead.

[watchmaker]

And yet you still went to all the trouble to book a hotel room for us. At least you subconsciously had some faith in me.

[bittersweeter]

And, for some reason, you didn't disappoint. Thanks.

[watchmaker]

I would hate to ever disappoint you. Besides, I missed you.

[bittersweeter]

[ burying her face against his chest he can probably tell she's blushing. she's just not... used to that. how accept kindness? ]

[watchmaker]

[wis 7, he's a fantastic dumbass again.] What? What did I say?

[bittersweeter]

[ and he had been doing so well. she's too busy trying to stop blushing, because how lame, to notice. ] Nothing.

[watchmaker]

[yeah, well. all good things must come to an end and all that. his sense motive roll was high, but his actual amount of fucks given is low so it doesn't matter.] I'm sorry I couldn't do something more exciting for you.

[bittersweeter]

Well. [ she draws it out, stretching up to press a kiss to his neck. talking is difficult, they're clearly bad at it, she's not tired. her teeth scrape over the same spot before she soothes it with another kiss. ] I could think of something.

[watchmaker]

Oh? [he cranes his neck to the side, like an invitation to continue.] I bet you could.

[bittersweeter]

[ she hums a little laugh, taking his invitation without hesitation, trailing kisses up his neck, across his jaw, teeth closing around his earlobe gently. ] Care for a repeat performance?

[watchmaker]

I would love one. [THAT NAT 20 FORT SAVE WAS NOT IN VAIN.]

[bittersweeter]

I have more condoms in my purse. [ which is over... on that table. there. she's pretty sure his beautiful brain can get that for them. and yes, plural. AIN'T NO SHAME IN HER GAME. ]

[watchmaker]

[ he opts for moving the purse across the room and into bed with them instead of trying to play the use telekinesis to find the condoms game. (concentration 12) ]

[bittersweeter]

God, that's hot. [ she abandons kissing him to rifle through the small bag before shoving it to the floor because she is both lazy and impatient and can't be bothered to be nice to her own things. but she holds up the little foil packet between her fingers and smirks. ] Kiss me first.

[watchmaker]

[she is literally the best/worst for his ego.] Oh, all right, since you asked so nicely. [he goes in for the kiss, using the opportunity to snatch the condom out of her hand. AND THEN ...

str 10
dex 14
fort save 17
wis 21
cha 19

not as good as the first time BUT HE'S STILL HANGING IN THERE. it's still good stuff. at least there weren't any noodle limbs crit fails.]

[bittersweeter]

[ best, she is the best. she will aggressively boost his self-esteem always.

str 8
dex nat 20 (23 total)
fort save 11
wis 21
cha 17

somewhere in there she lost his shirt, but she doesn't much mind. ] So that. Yeah.

[watchmaker]

[it's ok, it'll turn up again. he's content to just lounge back (and shut up) for now.] Is that a good yeah or a bad yeah?

[bittersweeter]

Good yeah. Definitely good. You're setting the bar pretty high for birthday presents.

[watchmaker]

Good, I'd hate to have any competition.

[bittersweeter]

Not likely.

[watchmaker]

Yeah, and even less likely, now.