{ 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 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.

[watchmaker]

Yeah, I don't know. I still don't actually remember it, so it doesn't feel like my name.

[reallywicked]

So what do you prefer? Personally, I'd rock the Prince Harry angle.

[watchmaker]

[he snorts at that.] You and Lila both. It doesn't actually matter to me. The name I do remember is Sylar, so. I guess you can call me that if you'd like.

[reallywicked]

I'm guessing you don't remember where it came from?

[watchmaker]

Not at all.

[reallywicked]

Must be frustrating. [At least it would be for her. It's frustrating enough not knowing who she was before she got here. Sometimes it was easy to forget that there was ever a life before this, but others? She just wonders what it was like, what SHE was like.]

[watchmaker]

It is. [he passes his drink from one hand to the other.] I try not to let it get to me anymore, though. Lila's been ... really helpful in that way.

[reallywicked]

She's good at making it easy to forget that there was anything before this. [Lila Fan Club official meeting]

[watchmaker]

[as much as the idea of faye pisses him off sometimes, he has to admit...] I'm glad she has you around. When I can't be.

[WOW EMOTIONAL MATURITY.]

[reallywicked]

[She has an immediate reaction to want to snap back that she was there first. She's still young and she's been drinking, and maybe the idea of Sylar whisking Lila away and never seeing her again is still more of a fear than Faye likes to admit. 'When he can't be' may not be much time at all if he moves to London, after all.

Ugh, dealing with actual feelings on her birthday was not on her agenda.]

Happy to help. [She tries to smile but it looks incredibly forced, and the way she drops her gaze is pathetically telling (bluff crit fail, ouch).]

[watchmaker]

[and emotional maturity is closed for business. shut it down, y'all. (wis 6) he's an idiot. still.]

... I was trying to have a moment here. Or something.

[reallywicked]

[The age old defense mechanisms slide easily into place. She tosses her hair over her shoulder and tries to just put on a mask of bitchiness, but I'm riding that crit fail and stretching it out. She's just incredibly obvious in her discomfort.]

Don't bother. You already got my stamp of approval. Not that you needed it.

[watchmaker]

Well ... thanks. [as he becomes more aware of her emotions, the best course of action becomes clear — AVOID THEM.] I'm gonna find Lila, so ... see you.

[reallywicked]

Yeah, later.

[Need to go do so many shots (with Astrid probs)]