knightsoflegend | { party } you came in scared, but you're leaving bold

[ 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.

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[Her expression shifts into a satisfied smirk.]

Thought you'd never ask.

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

[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)]

[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.]

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

[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.

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

I'm listening...

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

[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.]

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

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.]

[she can lead all she wants, he'll just enjoy the view.] I'm not related to Lila, as far as I know.

[She turns to face him, walking backwards and immediately forgetting that she was trying to avoid the chance of tripping. Whatever she's pretty drunk.]

You're similar though. I'm not complaining. She's one of the only people I can stand most days.

Then here's hoping you find me tolerable. [once she's close to the door, he moves past her to open it so she doesn't run into it.]

[Such a gentleman. She pauses in the doorway, standing right beside him, all up in his personal bubble. She lifts a hand and trails a finger along his jawline before leaning in and nearly kissing him. But instead of pressing her lips to his, she laughs again, smirks, and looks up at him.]

So far, so good.

[Heading into the bathroom now.]

Yeah? [he'll kiss her, then. that's what she gets for being so close. he pulls her into the nearest stall, then begins digging into his pocket for a condom without taking his eyes off her. or mouth.]

[Well she did say she wanted to get shit faced and make out with someone. Just because that someone was practically a stranger? Didn't bother her. She pulls him closer, arms slipping back around his neck. She needs more partners like this- people who do the condom remembering for her. It helps that he understands modern convenience. She nips at his bottom lip, because if you haven't picked up that this one is probably going to bite and scratch you up, I don't know what to tell you son.]

[look, he is always prepared. he's pretty much like a boy scout if boy scouts could get badges in things like safe sex. and he doesn't mind the biting. or, if he is, he's doing a good job of keeping it under wraps.

AND THEN STUFF.

str 13
dex crit fail :'(
fort save 22
wis 11
cha 18

... HE MAY HAVE ACTUALLY HURT HIMSELF IN THE PROCESS OF THIS BATHROOM SEX /looks at crit fail. stalls are tight narrow spaces, okay. but his insane fort save gives him the power to man through it and keep on keeping on.]

[AW YEAH STUFF

Str 17
Dex 10
Fort 21
Wis 5
Cha 20

He also may have hurt himself because Faye slammed him against the stall or something. God damn. He doesn't know what he likes as they are both clumsy as fuck but hey...they look super hot while they bang and they both last awhile...]

[sobs, probably. that's just ... the kind of luck he has.] Having fun yet? [bluff 33 to not seem like she hurt his back while he gets his pants zipped up again.]

[Adjusting her dress and combing her fingers through her hair, Faye lets out a quick burst of laughter. Also her sense motive of 15 ain't even close to figuring out that she injured him. Instead of answering right away, she steps closer and kisses him again.]

You can definitely stay. And that London tour is going to be way more interesting now.

Is it? [he starts to lean against the wall while watching her until he realizes MMM NO HE BETTER NOT.] You should tell me what you have in mind. Give me something to look forward to.

If you're a good boy, I may take you on a private Jack the Ripper tour and blow you in the alley. How's that sound?

I love the way you think.

You'll love a lot more than that about me. Just stick around.

[She's going to step up in his personal space and slip her hands into her pockets so she can find his phone to put her number into it. Search 21 I THINK SHE FOUND IT... but does he have it locked??? THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW. Or you would know..]

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