{ 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

[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.

[watchmaker]

I figured you were too upset about being defeated to tell me. [he kisses her cheek.] It's okay, you'll always have Draw Something.

[bittersweeter]

Actually I just texted the wrong person my annoyance. Which was a pity because I think you would have appreciated the text -- even from three thousand miles away.

[watchmaker]

What? What did it say?

[bittersweeter]

Stop texting me battleship coordinates and get over here so I can suck your dick. [ so nonchalant. ]

[watchmaker]

[OMG FUCK YES.] Well, I'm here now ...

[bittersweeter]

[ most drawn out shrug ever. ] Well, I'm not sure I'm really in the mood for it now... [ but he is more than welcome to put her in it. ]

[watchmaker]

Oh, come on. That's not fair.

[bittersweeter]

Neither is letting this couch go to waste. [ her fingers are on the buttons again. no pouting! that's not fair! ]

[watchmaker]

[FIGHTING FIRE WITH FIRE TBH.] We can just kick out anyone who tries to sit on it while we're gone.

[bittersweeter]

[ no, not the puppy eyes. ] Not even gonna gimme a kiss first? [ bc lets be real. she was always going to give him a birthday blowjob, even if it's not his birthday. but she wants more kisses first. ]

[watchmaker]

[it's faye's birthday, ok. that's the equivalent of it being 5:00 somewhere.] I think I can manage that. [he tilts her chin towards him, so their mouths can lock in kissus.]

[bittersweeter]

[ mmm nala and simba plushes forever. after some hardcore kissing, lila detatchs herself to take his hand and roll out of his lap and on to her feet. ] Come on, Prince Harry.

[ it's a little bit sad that she genuinely doesn't like calling him jack so she resorts to prince harry in public.

she turns to face him as she walks backwards. ] You'd still love me even if I didn't give you amazing blowjobs in random bathrooms, right?

[watchmaker]

[he doesn't mind, okay, if his anastasia complex in the thread next door with faye is anything to go by. and he did tell her she could call him anything she wanted on multiple occasions.] Would you still give me amazing blowjobs in other locations?