{ 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

[sirstickuphisass]

[ eventually eric settles down at the bar, releasing an exhaled breath that indicates he's worn out from... this socializing scene, ok. he orders a beer, and rubs his temple, before glancing over at kate, and managing a half smile, as he waves a hand over his shoulder by way of explanation. ] Not really my scene.

[killmypatience]

[Kate nods a bit, glancing back over the rest of the room before adding her agreement to the mix.]

Not really my age group.

[She doesn't mind to socializing, but she wasn't expecting the guest of honor in question to be so ... young.]

[sirstickuphisass]

[ he chuckles ] Me neither, probably.

[killmypatience]

[She smiles a bit at his assessment, before extending a hand.]

I'm Kate.

[sirstickuphisass]

Eric. [ he gives her a very firm squeeze of the hand ] So how'd you wind up here, then?

[killmypatience]

I was invited. I figured it wouldn't hurt to get out for a bit.

[She wasn't expecting this.]

You?

[sirstickuphisass]

My squire put this all together.

[killmypatience]

[She nods slowly.]

So you're here to support her or babysit her?

[sirstickuphisass]

I think we word we prefer is 'mentor'.

[killmypatience]

Yes, but when alcohol is involved, unfortunately I think it gets downgraded to babysitting eventually.

[sirstickuphisass]

Maybe I'll cut out before then.

[killmypatience]

[She nods.]

Good luck.