{ 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]

That's a hell of a misfire. [Faye's opinion? This is an upgrade.]

So do you often take invitations from strangers for random birthday parties?

[ambitionist]

You didn't see the text. [~and you never will~]

Not usually, but I'm new in town and didn't have much else going on. And Lila was very insistent that I come.

[reallywicked]

[Never say never, buddy.]

New, huh? [OKAY MAYBE SHE FINALLY GETS IT... or not... (wis 12) God damn it.] Looking for a tour guide?

[ambitionist]

I could be. It's my first time in England, after all.

[reallywicked]

I happen to know someone who would be perfect for the job.

[ambitionist]

Oh? It wouldn't happen to be you, would it?

[reallywicked]

Cute and smart. So what do you say?

[ambitionist]

I'm down.

[reallywicked]

Right answer. [You never turn down the birthday girl.] So what brought you to London, Alex? Business or pleasure?

[ambitionist]

Employment opportunity, actually.

[reallywicked]

[LIGHTBULB. Finally, the little witch gets it (wis 19). She's pretty sure she found her present from Lila.

Damn son. Yeah, her girl knows her.]

Oh yeah? So what is it you do?

[ambitionist]

Oh, you know. I'm just a consultant. [bluff nat 20; 34 total.]

[reallywicked]

[What the fuck does Wynn need a consultant for? Faye trusts Lila's intel so she assumes that there's some weird job that he'll be doing that's not as cool or knightly. Oh well. Still funny.]

Sounds boring. I hope you're more fun outside of work.

[ambitionist]

Excuse you, I'm always fun. Wanna dance?

[reallywicked]

[Her expression shifts into a satisfied smirk.]

Thought you'd never ask.

[She likes when they feel like they have something to prove.]

[ambitionist]

[so he leads her out onto the floor. he's been drinking more at this point, so he's not quite as good as he was with lila (dex 8), but he's charming enough to make his bad dancing endearing. (cha 15)]

[reallywicked]

[Magical dice powers just decided Faye needed 15s across the board for her dance skillz and her charm, so they are coasting right on through at being above average in the hot factor while Faye shows him up with her moves. She drapes her arms over his shoulders, loosely holding on around his neck.]

[ambitionist]

[aw yeah, son. while she's so close, he takes the opportunity to whisper in her ear.] Having fun yet?

[reallywicked]

[Her laugh is more of a low sort of chuckle. Tilting to reach his ear, she responds in one of those husky/sultry tones of hers.]

Getting there. I'm not that easily impressed.

[ambitionist]

There are other ways we can have fun, if you're interested ...

[reallywicked]

I'm listening...

[ambitionist]

Sex in the bathroom? Or we could go somewhere else, if that's more your style.

[reallywicked]

[She likes the straight forward approach.]

Bathroom's fine. [Her nails comb absently through his hair as she processes this entire encounter.]

Your last name isn't Zacharov, is it? [Swear to god you and Lila have to be related.]

[ambitionist]

No, it's Karamazov. Why? [slooowly stepping towards the bathroom now.]

[reallywicked]

Doesn't matter. [She moves with him, dropping her arms from around his neck, lest she trip while trying to walk like that. She takes the lead, which also gives her the chance to strut and show off how well he wears that dress tbh.]