knightsoflegend | { party } you came in scared, but you're leaving bold

[ 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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Why? Don't I look like I read 19th century Russian literature?

Not really. But I don't know anyone who reads Dostoyevsky for fun, either.

Well, I'm a nerd, remember?

Right, right, how could I forget? I'm surprised this party didn't include a Scrabble table.

No, but the mirror in the back has a Lewis Carroll quote. [ speaking of the back. she pulls out the little stamp set from her pocket and reaches to take alex's hand to rock the stamp across the back of his hand. ] Free drinks, now. Wanna know a secret that will completely rock your world. starshine?

[awesome possum.] I'd love to.

Hmmm, what would you do for this secret? Consider it a Klondike bar.

I have no way of knowing of what kind of secret we're talking about, or how good it's going to be, so ... right now? Not very much.

You're no fun. [ she hops up on a nearby stool, all legs under her flouncy skirt, and flags down the bartender to order her usual drink because she's predictable. ]

I know, it's a shame what old age has done to me. [he orders his ~usual drink~ — jägermeister, goldschläger, and rumple minze in equal parts with a side of being particular with how the bartender pours it.]

You're younger than my boyfriend. So, you were going to tell me all about your Institute.

Eyebrows? [he gestures towards sylar, who is currently being accosted by one of lila's frands. (wis 19) he saw them together, okay.] I don't remember saying that. [bluff 27]

That would be him. [ she pulls out her phone, scrolls up to their texts, turns it so he can see the texts in which he totally said it. ] Let me remind you.

Oh, look, there's the word "maybe." [he points at his own text message.]

Oh, fuck you. Just spill or I'll take away your free drink privileges.

It's just a research facility, don't get your panties in a bunch.

Maybe if I was wearing any. What do you research. [ she props her chin in her hands, this is all so fascinating. ]

This and that. Little bit of everything.

Your hedging is nice, annoying but really nice. [ look at her not giving a shit about his unwillingness to answer her properly. ]

Sorry, I'm a professional hedger. It's a habit.

Wanna dance? [ she doesn't think sylar will mind. (she knows he will.) ]

You sure Mr. Battleship won't cry? [from the way he's grinning, it's p clear he's teasing her more than ... giving any kind of a fuck about sylar's feelings.]

He's not real big on crying. [ sliding off the stool, she hold out her hand like come on. ]

Works for me. [he takes her hand and goes out with her onto the floor. and ... is pretty good, check that shit out. (dex 15)]

[ aww yeah, dex 21, crazy cat grace strikes again. they're hella sexy. which, lbr, is pretty easy when they're pm the same person. and they match. she curls her arms around his neck. ] If I didn't have a boyfriend, what are the odds we'd be having sex in the bathroom right now?

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