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

[likeagod]

[Sorry, Lila, this is his not impressed face.]

The things that we do or are forced to do are not always a good indicator of the kind of person we are.

[He's done a jailbreak, okay. As well as other questionable things, even if he doesn't remember most of them. He's a killer by nature.]

I was more concerned over the fact that you were in a kind of situation where that was required.

[bittersweeter]

I wasn't forced to pay for hits or plan how to kill my cousin. And I could have disarmed him, I'm a good enough shot to manage that. [Stop trying to ruin her street cred, bitch.]

[likeagod]

And I wasn't forced to break anyone out of prison, but I still gladly did it.

[He sees her as a kid, albeit a strong and stubborn one. And he's used to Rose. She won't push him away that easily.]

You can be a tough person and still care, Lila.

[bittersweeter]

[Did he just compare murder to a prison break? Lila doesn't seem swayed by that comparison.] I never said I don't care, I only said I'm not a good person. The two aren't mutually exclusive. And I'm not comparing myself to Hitler or Mussolini because that's trite and overused and not a very good comparison at all, but for the sake of argument, they are two of the most well known evils in the modern world. And they were both married, and in love.

So yeah, Dimitri, I know. You can be tough and still care. Doesn't make you good. [She holds up a hand so she can finish in case he tries to interrupt.] I'm not saying that I'm evil or a monster, but I'm not good. And I might never be.

[likeagod]

[He just watches her for a moment before he nods and smiles ever so slightly.]

That will be entirely up to you.

[But she was here, and they were here to do good things, or so he believed. Time would tell which way she would fall.]

[bittersweeter]

[Lila shakes her head and smirks slightly, reaching out to shove him lightly with one hand.] Cheater. Everyone else tells me I can choose to be good, no one has given me the choice between either. Well played, Russia.

[likeagod]

We have many choices in life. It's not my place to tell you what to do.

[But he's smiling quietly, all the same.]

[bittersweeter]

[She rolls her eyes as if to as whatever butthead, but... it's really obvious she is fond of him so it's just for show.]

Okay, stop gloating, loser.

[likeagod]

Since you asked so nicely.

[And he lets the topic go.]

[bittersweeter]

[Good. She grabs his hand and yanks him towards the drink table with some serious strength she was apparently hiding until rn. (Strength 19) Okay.]

Come on, I'm the birthday girl and I want shots, Russia.

[likeagod]

[His eyebrows even go up in surprise, and she easily pulls him along, since he was totally not expecting that. (strength...10 lol)]

And what will we be drinking?

[bittersweeter]

[She makes a face that very obviously translates to bitch please.]

Vodka, Dimitri. It's even Russian so your delicate taste buds won't revolt at something gross like... Smirnoff. [She would never do that to him. And she crouches down to grab the bottle of Russian Standard Imperia from underneath the table where she hid it because it is hers, thank you very much. She doesn't like Stoli.]

[likeagod]

[With almost any other girl her age, Dimitri would also be questioning her decision to drink in the first place, but clearly the girl has good enough taste that this certainly isn't her first time.

And it is her birthday.]

I'm honored you would share it with me.

[That's the good stuff, after all.]

[bittersweeter]

That's what family does. [She busies herself with pouring a couple shots so she doesn't have to look at him.]

[likeagod]

[The corner of his mouth twitches in the beginning of a truly natural and genuine smile. He takes the glass, and raises it to toast her, old-school Russian style.]

Я желаю тебе крепкого здоровья!
Я желаю тебе долгих и счастливых лет жизни!
И самое главное, Я желаю тебе счастья - безмерного счастья! каждый день!

[How much Russian have you learned, Lila?]

[bittersweeter]

[.... nope, she sure didn't learn enough for that. Way not enough. She stares at him for a second before tossing back her shot.]

I am gonna go with... thanks?

[likeagod]

[He drinks his smoothly, looking into the soon empty glass with appreciation before he smiles at her and nods his head.]

You're welcome. [He chuckles.] Happy Birthday.

[bittersweeter]

[Aha! Victory!]

Ooh, I was right. Thank you. Want some more?

[likeagod]

Only if you do.

[Drinking was a social thing, after all.]

[bittersweeter]

One more. For good luck. [She pours it in his cup first before pouring more into her own and setting the bottle down.]

[likeagod]

[And he gladly raises his glass again, toasting to luck, which comes out much simpler.]

За удачу!

[And down the hatch. (Fort save...nat 20. Seems legit.)]

[bittersweeter]

[Welp, she understands that (int 17) and she swallows her shot with more impact (fort 8), which makes sense considering how much she's been drinking... it's bound to hit her eventually.]

My dad's a luck worker. I'm pretty sure I inherited good luck.

[likeagod]

[He'd be more worried if it didn't honestly, because how much would she have been drinking in the past to have that kind of tolerance. :|]

I didn't realize that luck was something genetic.

[bittersweeter]

It's not, not really, that's why I'm a dream worker not a luck worker.

[likeagod]

I'm not exactly sure what that means or entails.

[In other words, do elaborate.]