{ 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

[ex_noble101]

I see. [Thanks? Since that's sort of complementary ... right? In any case, he glances around as though looking for someone in particular. Maybe it's Faye, who knows, but he ain't fixated on the restroom.]

I imagine your boyfriend must be fairly confident, leaving you unattended amongst the rest of us. [Or just straight up shitty boyfriend material tbh. But that was meant as an indirect compliment if she wants to pick up on it.]

[bittersweeter]

Thanks. [ aww, she genuinely preens at that, briefly resembling a straight up pleased teenage girl instead of a straight up sassy bitch. ] I think he's pretty secure in knowing I love him. Plus he doesn't live around here, so we're sort of good at the being apart thing.

[ex_noble101]

It must be nice to have the chance to see him again, in that case. [Which still sort of begs the question where the fuck is he tho.]

[bittersweeter]

It is. [ and like she's reading his mind or something, she points sylar out in the crowd, almost without looking. (spot nat 20) like wow, she sure as shit knew exactly where he was, talking to aurelius at the bar nbd. ] That's him. Uh, the dark haired one. [ pm the one that doesn't look her age. SHE DOES WHAT SHE WANTS. ]

[ex_noble101]

[Wow she's not a stalker. Aedan isn't all that impressed tho sry Sylar. Lila could probably do better tbh. The age thing doesn't even ... really register because this bitch is from medieval times.]

He seems... [...fishing for adjectves...] ...nice.

[bittersweeter]

Thanks. [ a for effort, dude. ] Speaking of, I think I need to give the birthday girl her extra present. Thanks for coming! Later gator.

[ and then, abruptly, she slips off into the crowd like a tiny blonde ghost. poof. ]