{ 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

[opprobrium]

[ That yelp got a smile out of Sebastian.]

Oh, nothing big. Just putting out the fire you set of yourself.

[ He motioned to the tie then. It was damned amusing.]

[pickyourbattles]

[ as faith falls off a barstool laughing a little ways down, aurelius looks down at his comically singed tie and balks ] I--I-- I was on fire?!

[opprobrium]

[ That certainly got more of a grin out of him. Someone laugjing and falling, always comical!]

Just a little fire, nothing too bad. Still I'd be careful if I were you. Fire's a wonderful lover but a real bitch if you cross her.

[pickyourbattles]

I don't understand who thought it necessary to set my beverage aflame in the first place.

[opprobrium]

It makes it look and taste better. Come on, all the best dishes are flamed. Like Cherries Jubilee. [ He shakes his head some.]

[pickyourbattles]

Culinary dishes, perhaps. But drinks?

[opprobrium]

Are you scared of the fire? 'Cause it sounds to me that's the issue here.

[ To prove a point he reached over and started playing with the flame over his drink.]

You have to be bigger then your fears man, least they eat you alive.

[pickyourbattles]

I'm not afraid of anything so natural as fire.

[opprobrium]

Alright then. It was just a theory.

[ He shrugged some ]

[pickyourbattles]

It simply... took me by surprise, is all.

[opprobrium]

Right...

[ He tossed back the rest of his drink and then slipped off the bar stool.] Well, that would be my cue to go breath in some smoke.