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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ faith looks like she fell out of a Blossom special, which is really not in keeping with the rest of the styles floating around here, but she sure doesn't look like she cares (disguise 9). she's been doing mad shots at the bar, because ain't nobody hold their liquor like an aasimar, aight. she finally demanded that the bartender break out some Shadow ales, though, and they've been really going straight to her head. so she's just gonna grab alex and pull him out onto the floor. it's not even really a dance floor. just... the floor. ] Let's dance!

[OW NO NOT SUDDEN MOVEMENTS. NOT AFTER FAYE THREW OUT HIS BACK IN THE BATHROOM. but he maintains composure while being dragged and manages to not make any dying cat noises. (bluff 24) how could he when he's being dragged onto the floor by ... blossom over here?] Love to. [and then dex crit fail STRIKES AGAIN. the dice know. 8( the dying cat noise happens this time. there will be no dancing.] Or not.