{ 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]

No one knows who Carl Philip is. [ she turns around, grinning, and hops up on her knees to tug him down for a kiss. ] Hello there, handsome.

[watchmaker]

[he crit failed a knowledge check, so ... she sure did prove him right there. which means he's all too eager to resort to kissing.] Missed you.

[bittersweeter]

Missed you, too. [ her fingers brush over the buttons of his vest. lila, you are in public, slow your roll. not that she's unbuttoning anything, just... acclimating herself with the buttons. ] You look nice.

[watchmaker]

I always look nice. [he kisses her again. what was that about slowing rolls???] Especially when I'm going to see you.

[bittersweeter]

Doesn't hurt you look nice in pretty much everything. [ true stories. she releases the buttons for some self control, winding her arms around his neck instead. ] So how long are you going to stay this time? 'cause I reserved a room for us.

[watchmaker]

Couple days, I guess? It seems a shame to only show up for a night. [his arms find their way around her waist omg why is this couch between them???] But ... I could be talked into staying longer...

[bittersweeter]

Really? [ glee! she stands up, oh hey she is sooo much taller than him now, and then she sits down on the back of the couch so now it's not between them, legs dangling on either side of his waist. ] I'm pretty sure I can talk you into it.

[watchmaker]

You could talk me into anything. [SHE GOT HIM HERE FOR HER SKANK BEST FRIEND'S B-DAY, DIDN'T SHE??? tho tbf she could be like "hey i'm throwing a flag day party" and he'd be like "oh good an excuse to show up."] It's problematic.

[bittersweeter]

I don't find it problematic at all. [ casually looping her legs around his waist now, nbd. she's so classy. ] So I think you should stay longer.

[watchmaker]

You wouldn't. [does he look like he minds? spoiler: no.] And I'd love to.

[bittersweeter]

[ MORE GLEE. happiness achieved for the rest of the week tbh. she wraps her arms around him in a hug. ]

[watchmaker]

[he spins her around while she's attached to him koala style. c u t i e s.]

[bittersweeter]

[ most adorable fit of giggles, she untangles her legs and touches her toes back down on the floor. ] Thanks for coming.

[watchmaker]

Of course. [he kisses her one more time before ... giving her breathing room.] I should probably stay the whole week, considering what next Saturday is.

[bittersweeter]

The day I met Jack Morgan, you mean? [ she flops down on the couch and drags him down with her. ]

[watchmaker]

[wheeeee we're going down.] Exactly.

[bittersweeter]

Aside from the clusterfuck, that was a pretty good night.

[watchmaker]

It was the night I met you, so. I might just call it the best night. [UGH SO GAY.]

[bittersweeter]

[ truck flipping does not compare. she curls into him to hide her stupid smile. ] Yeah, pretty much.

[watchmaker]

[he kisses the top of her head while she's there.] Do you want to do something that night?

[bittersweeter]

Like go to a bar and get cockblocked by Eric? [ still grinning because she's pretty sure that isn't on the agenda. ] Or Nando's?

[watchmaker]

[he snorts at that because LOL NO THANK YOU.] We could do Nando's if you wanted. [when do they not do nando's lbr.]

[bittersweeter]

Did you have anything else in mind? [ she shifts to drape her legs over his lap like feel my legs, smooth like a dolphin. ]

[watchmaker]

Can't say that I did. We usually do all right playing by ear anyway, don't we?

[bittersweeter]

Mmm. We do. [ but look what she actually can do when she puts her mind to it. mmm, plans. ] You did sink my battleship, by the way.