{ 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

[pathology]

Well, I can't turn down a parade dedicated to me ...

[bittersweeter]

[ this is how she sucks you in, astrid, with promises of parades and compliments on your appearance. watch out. flee before she considers you a friend. ] I should think not.

[pathology]

Tell me more about my parade. [look, it's not like she had an abundance of friends rn.]

[bittersweeter]

I don't know, I've never been to Mardi Gras, I'll have to do some research first. Unless you just want girls flashing you for beads, which I can arrange. Like... now. Er, maybe in ten minutes because I'd have to go to the store for beads first.

[pathology]

No, no! [she waves her hands dimissively] That's okay! No beads! No flashing!

[bittersweeter]

Oookay. Keeping the flashing for me, got it. [ a beat. ] And cake. Because there is no point to a birthday without cake. So a parade and cake.

[pathology]

Um, obviously. What kind of birthday doesn't have cake? I'm okay with this plan so far.

[bittersweeter]

Diabetic birthdays?

[pathology]

Wrong! They make cake mix with Splenda and stuff.

[bittersweeter]

[ her nose wrinkles. food snob. ] Ew

[pathology]

I didn't say it tasted good, I just know it exists.

[bittersweeter]

Why? That's horrendous.

[ no. diabetics just don't get cake. ]

[pathology]

I was really into baking for like a week, okay? And diabetic people like to eat cake, too. I mean, probably. Or it wouldn't exist.

[bittersweeter]

Only for a week? [ THAT IS REALLY FUNNY TO HER for some strange reason. ]

[pathology]

Yeah, I kind of sucked at it and then I didn't feel like doing it anymore.

[bittersweeter]

[ still laughing a little she shrugs. ] Sounds like my foray into good personhood.

[pathology]

You don't seem that bad ...

[bittersweeter]

Part of my charm. [ obv. ]

[pathology]

Uh-huh. [ANYWAY.] Wanna do shots?

[bittersweeter]

[ she debates this. sylar's strong, if she passes out he can probably carry her to the hotel. ] Yeah, why the fuck not. Not that comet shit though.

[pathology]

Yay! That's okay. What about tequila?

[bittersweeter]

I'd rather tongue Aurelius. How about vodka?

[pathology]

[she wrinkles her nose at the thought of tonguing aurelius.] Okay, okay, vodka it is.

[bittersweeter]

[ victory. she flags the bartender down, demands a handful of shots. such sass. much entitlement. ]

[pathology]

[awww yeah. she picks up a shot glass, and waits until lila takes one too so they can drink together.] To ... Faye's birthday, I guess?