{ 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

[bittersweeter]

[ so cute. she pats him fondly on the head, messing up his hair. ] I meant the shot, you doofus. Although... [ she turns to faye with a wicked smile. ] I'm sure one could be arranged for the birthday girl, right? Tradition and all...

[unhand]

Superhero? [Hook looks puzzled. Disney might own the rights to Marvel, but they haven't gone there yet. He shakes his head. Unimportant.] I'm not recommending anything, lass. You can make your own decisions.

[pickyourbattles]

I'd-- I'd almost forgotten about that... t-tradition. [ /looooking over at faye. oh god. ]

[unhand]

What, and spoil the surprise? It's all wrapped up and everything.

[unhand]

We were on a mission together. [Sort of. Not one that... they were actually supposed to be on. And technically they knew each other before then, but they hadn't been particularly close. Unless her threatening to crush his balls with a hammer and him flirting until she stopped counted.]

[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.

[sorceresslite]

Party's only just started! Don't ruin my hair yet! [ she points up at the sprinkler system. pls don't mess up her pretty ginger curls. she gd dressed up for you, faye. looking this cute takes time.

albeit, three minutes of time and that was mostly because she spent two of them tracking down andrew to clasp her necklace for her... but STILL.

waving a hand, her brand of leprechaun dancing lights appear and flutter around faye's head. the four wispy lights have the vague shape of miniature humans -- literal fairy lights, sparkly and green. another lazy flick of her hand and the lights zoom around the room like particularly annoying mosquitoes. ]

Rule one in being a proper knight? Save the violence until after all the alcohol has been consumed.

[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.

[bittersweeter]

Good, because he's my decision. [ but she does seem oddly pleased hook isn't pushing it. another point in his favor after the three million they all lost after the scotland debacle. ]

[reallywicked]

[Faye swings her hips and saunters up closer.]

Me. [She repeats, biting at her bottom lip.] Wouldn't be a party without that, right?

[reallywicked]

[Oh yeah. Faye had almost forgotten about that. She gives her best and most convincing pout (bluff 22).]

It wouldn't be a birthday without it.

[reallywicked]

I guess I still don't get the difference. Magics magic. But so long as you can help me out in the morning? I'm not complaining.

[reallywicked]

You could let me open it early. You'd be my first.


[Cant stop, won't stop.]

[reallywicked]

So what's rule number two?

[Congrats, Ella. Faye officially gives a shit about your thoughts.]

[bittersweeter]

[ never let it be said that lila doesn't have her best girl's back. ]

Aww, come on. You don't want to break tradition, it would be bad luck. And this is Faye's first birthday here. [ she smiles sweetly. (diplomacy 37) she would never steer you wrong, aurelius, never ever. she leans over, in the guise of flagging down the bartender to set up those shots, and adds in a whisper: ] I know you'd hate to shirk custom.

[undealt]

And put you in a position to lie to Wynn? [He isn't sure if Wynn asked and they did have to admit they went on the mission to explain the whole VAMPIRE TREE epidemic thing, but...] As for why I waited until now... Well. I think the spectacular failure of it all made discussing the matter difficult.

[bittersweeter]

Ew. The Italian mob isn't even any good anymore. They used to have class and power but now they're just kind of a caricature of the Godfather. It's very disheartening. [ fuck the italians pm. ]

[watchmaker]

Must've been exciting. [shrug. he really no curr.]

[watchmaker]

Oh, you know, crime everywhere. Never a dull moment.

[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.

[pickyourbattles]

Well, I... I suppose I should have expected... It is a birthday.

[asap]

Certainly not your birthday party. [She blushes a little at that look, grinning up at her.] D'you like the dress? [She gives a little twirl.]

[reallywicked]

Mhm... [She says, edging closer.] And it would make it a very happy birthday.

[All up in his personal space.]