{ 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

[pathology]

Oh my god yes. [she pauses from taking shots to sigh a dreamy sigh whilst thinking about fred.] I would do body shots off him so hard.

[reallywicked]

[Thank goodness Astrid has good taste. Faye is 100000000% more on board for her existence and plotting to get Fred here for their nefarious purposes.]

Who wouldn't? Maybe a crazy blind person.

[pathology]

Whatever, they'd just be leaving more for us.

[reallywicked]

True. [She's thought for a minute.] Miles isn't bad either.

[pathology]

Mm, he's okay ... maybe a little too salt of the earth-y for me, though. You can have him.

[reallywicked]

You're so generous. [She rolls her eyes and hands out the next shot.]

Alright, so what's your type?

[pathology]

Mostly? I love dark, mysterious, and dangerous. [aw yeah doin' so many shots.]

[reallywicked]

I knew I didn't hate you for a reason. [Similar tastes in dudes is something to bond over.]

[pathology]

You're not that bad, either. [AWWW, FRIENDSHIP.]

[reallywicked]

[Just a gaggle of slightly scary girls making frands.]

So what's your story? What did you do before working for "the institute?"

[Remembering not to blab about the knights in public is hard]

[pathology]

Well, first I was in college ... and then I was pretty much a master thief. And I did some field medic work. [NONE OF IT IS ... NOT TRUE?]

[reallywicked]

What'd you go to college for? [Maybe she went for medicine? Pretty sure you can't go to become a thief...]

[pathology]

Biology. I was pre-med.

[reallywicked]

So what made you turn to a life of crime instead?

[pathology]

Boredom, mostly. And getting into med school is killer, you have better luck winning the lottery.

[reallywicked]

Are you any good? [At thievery. At med school shit. At anything. Faye just wants to be impressed okay.]

[pathology]

Um, yeah? I'm pretty much the best at everything. [so confident, this one.]

[reallywicked]

So lets steal something. [DRUNK HEIST]

[pathology]

What? Um, okay! What do you want to steal?

[reallywicked]

[She glances around.]

A wallet? Or five.

[pathology]

[for a second was was worried that she'd have to out herself for being more of an assistant thief than the real deal, but wallets are small potatoes. she's down.] Yeah, okay! Let's do it.

[reallywicked]

[Anything more complicated would mean probably leaving the bar and lol no. Faye isn't leaving yet.]

Alright, so how's it work? I've never stolen anything. I just usually take things right in front of people and set them on fire if they whine about it.

[pathology]

Um, well, stealing people's wallets and stuff is about distraction. If we're working together, one of us — you [she points] — would distract our mark. Talk to them. Get flirty, spill something on them, ask to dance, whatever. Then, while they're busy paying attention to you, I'd grab the goods.

[reallywicked]

Distraction. Got it. I can be good at that. [She's probably going to take her top off, jfc.] Anyone look like a good mark? What about her? [She points out Kate Beckett across the room.]

[pathology]

Hm ... [she looks over towards kate.] Sure! She's been drinking, too, so that's probably a plus. Are you ready?