{ 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

[reallywicked]

Mhm [She says with a nod. They're bad at conversation. This is still a little awkward.]

I'm glad you came. It's one thing to be the mysterious fuck buddy, but when you come out with her friends? I guess you're really sticking around.

[watchmaker]

I think we're a little more than fuck buddies at this point. [DATING FOR ALMOST A YEAR, FAYE. he is defensive.] I imagine I'd be "out with her friends" more often if I didn't live in Chicago.

[reallywicked]

So move, jackass. [She rolls her eyes because OH MY GOD that was her point. You're not just a fuck buddy. You matter. And you care. And that's okay by Faye.]

What the fuck is in Chicago that's worth it, anyway?

[watchmaker]

My life? [it's complicated, ok. and he's not going to explain it to faye tonight at her b-day party.] But ... we've talked about it. Me moving.

[reallywicked]

I'm just putting this out there, but if you found my birthday a good enough reason to hop on a plane, your life there can't be that important.

[You barely tolerate her and she knows it. Don't front.]

[watchmaker]

[no fronting here son. he shrugs.] My priorities have changed over time.

[reallywicked]

Uh huh. [You are so infuriating to talk to. What even.]

[watchmaker]

I'm going to get a drink. [MAYBE THE GODS WILL SMILE DOWN ON HIM AND LET HIM GET DRUNK TONIGHT .... jk no they won't.] Do you want one?

[reallywicked]

[Oh yeah! Booze! Booze might help make him more fun. Faye has no idea that he can't get drunk. Whoops.]

Sure, thanks. Vodka cranberry would be great.

[watchmaker]

[it's not like it's something he advertises, ok. he goes to the bar and come back moments later with vodka cranberry for her and an amaretto sour for himself because he's secretly a college girl i guess.] Cheers.

[reallywicked]

[She takes her drink and even clinks it against his because she'll take a friendship with him by force, one drink at a time.]

So what is it you do anyway?

[watchmaker]

[mmm drinking.] Didn't Lila tell you? I investigate crime scenes.

[reallywicked]

She told me you were Prince Harry. She's not big on details.

[watchmaker]

Oh, right! She told me about that. Sorry to disappoint on that particular front.

[reallywicked]

I got over it.

[It was actually pretty funny, now that she thought about it. Getting bent out of shape about Lila lying was just... not even worth the energy.]

[watchmaker]

[look at him play with his straw like he's a kid wtf is that.] Well, good. Any other interesting and probably false stories from her about me?

[reallywicked]

That was the main one. I mean if you add that, any story sounds interesting.

[watchmaker]

I don't remember most of my past. I mean, I could be royalty where I came from. We just don't know. [keep dreaming, sylar. u r not anastasia.]

[reallywicked]

Yeah, I don't remember anything. Just my name.

[Does that make her a princess???]

[watchmaker]

[we're all princesses here. Lila should have brought pretty pretty princess for the three of them to play tbh.] You're lucky, then. I didn't even have that much.

[reallywicked]

Really? So you just...made one up?

[watchmaker]

Yeah, pretty much. I remembered a nickname. But Lila and I figured out my real name, I think.

[reallywicked]

Oh yeah? What is it? [She figures he may not tell her, but that doesn't mean she's not going to ask.]

[watchmaker]

[he shrugs; he doesn't feel much attachment to it so there's no reason to hide it.] Gabriel.

[reallywicked]

How... biblical.