{ 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

[sorceresslite]

Get 'em while they're hot, Firestarter. [ which she says as she slides one across the bar. ] I am not a party girl, but this drink is top.

[ and as an after thought. ] Oh, happy birthday.

[reallywicked]

Thanks. [For the drink and the birthday wishes.] Fingers crossed and we can hang out this time without anyone getting shot.

[sorceresslite]

Someone is probably gonna get set on fire, though! [ she seems cheerful about that, tbh, covering her shot with her hand to douse the flame before she tosses it back neatly. ]

[reallywicked]

We can change probably to definitely right now. [She's half joking... maybe.]

[sorceresslite]

Party's only just started! Don't ruin my hair yet! [ she points up at the sprinkler system. pls don't mess up her pretty ginger curls. she gd dressed up for you, faye. looking this cute takes time.

albeit, three minutes of time and that was mostly because she spent two of them tracking down andrew to clasp her necklace for her... but STILL.

waving a hand, her brand of leprechaun dancing lights appear and flutter around faye's head. the four wispy lights have the vague shape of miniature humans -- literal fairy lights, sparkly and green. another lazy flick of her hand and the lights zoom around the room like particularly annoying mosquitoes. ]

Rule one in being a proper knight? Save the violence until after all the alcohol has been consumed.

[reallywicked]

So what's rule number two?

[Congrats, Ella. Faye officially gives a shit about your thoughts.]

[sorceresslite]

...save the violence until after the alcohol has been consumed is the only rule.

I guess you shouldn't shoot your teammates, but that's more of a guideline.

[reallywicked]

Maybe they shouldn't get in my way. Better guideline.