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

[bittersweeter]

Yup, I am sure you are incredibly proud of me and my initiative.

[sirstickuphisass]

Actually... I am. Those are the kinds of things that can make you invaluable in the field.

[bittersweeter]

[Omigosh praise, Lila soaks that up like a sponge in her little emotionally stunted way. How do.]

I'm sure it'll come up all the time.

[sirstickuphisass]

You might be surprised. If Wynn finds out you speak it, he's more likely to send you when a Russian mission turns up. He tries to stay abreast of everyone's skill sets: beyond just the most prominent ones. Knights should be well rounded, considering the variety of hazards we face.

[bittersweeter]

I am well rounded.

[sirstickuphisass]

I wasn't trying to imply that you weren't. [ everything he says just comes off douche-ily, it's a gift ]

[bittersweeter]

[She huffs slightly, crossing her arms.] You should work on your delivery. And maybe take a break from trying to teach me for once.

[Because that is what it feels like to her, not talking but teaching.]

[sirstickuphisass]

Teaching you is what I'm supposed to be doing.

[bittersweeter]

[Her arms tighten slightly.] Lesson learned. Enjoy the party. [She turns to flounce off.]

[sirstickuphisass]

[ and he stands there and... watches her go b/c he's a dumbass ]