{ 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

[necessaryevil]

Maybe I thought it was worth it. [ still he looks (unsure) as he glances around, as if something is troubling him besides the usual ]

[lastdragomir]

[ she smiles, because that's sweet, but it turns slightly concerned, and she puts a gentle hand on his arm ] Are you alright?

[necessaryevil]

I'm... not sure. [ his eyes scan the crowded bar ] Someone's aura here...

It's overwhelming.

[lastdragomir]

Would you like to leave? [ her tone implies she wouldn't mind. ]

[necessaryevil]

No, I can... It's nothing I can't deal with. For awhile. [ he gives her a weak smile ] As long as they don't touch me.

[lastdragomir]

I'll be your body guard. [ she squeezes his arm. ] And we can cut out early. You can buy me a milkshake.

[necessaryevil]

A milkshake? [ that seems to strike him as really fucking funny ] At the soda shop?

[lastdragomir]

Yes, stop teasing! [ she bats at his arm, right where she just gave him that comforting squeeze. ]

[necessaryevil]

Maybe I'll take you up on that.

[lastdragomir]

You should. [ she steels her nerves. ] Actually, would you mind getting some air with me?

[necessaryevil]

Probably a good idea. C'mon.

[lastdragomir]

[ he may be the one that says "c'mon" but it's lissa who takes his hand and winds them through the people with all the grace and ease of a woman who just expects people to move aside for her (dex nat 20) like she's moses parting the red sea. that moroi grace has got to come in handy eventually and this is what lissa choses to use it for, pulling max outside with her. she drops his hand once they're outside, but she reaches up to fuss with her hair so maybe she just... really wanted to fix her hair? clearly it has nothing to do with a particular knowledge bomb she needs to drop. ]

It's nice out. For March... and England.

[ ah yes. the weather. solid topic. ]

[necessaryevil]

You have a pretty gloomy definition of 'nice'. [ he sounds amused by that, at least ]

[lastdragomir]

Maybe I like to find what's nice even when it isn't nice. [ so there. and then, bluntly: ] I'm leaving.

[necessaryevil]

Already? [ it's clear he assumes she means... this party scene. ] Alright, if you want, we can--

[lastdragomir]

No, Max. [ she shakes her head, reaching out to brush her fingertips against his sleeve. ] I'm leaving the castle.

[necessaryevil]

[ his eyes skitter down to her fingers, brow furrowing in confusion ] You're... quitting the Knights?

[lastdragomir]

I asked Wynn to reassign me.

[necessaryevil]

Wait, what? [ he stops to turn and face her fully. ] Why?

[lastdragomir]

I can't be around Rose. I tried, but it hurts too much. It's too hard. [ she looks down like the sidewalk is incredibly interesting. ]

[necessaryevil]

This is just about Rose? It's a big castle, Lis. Can't you just... avoid her? I mean, there are hundreds of people here...

[lastdragomir]

I've tried. I've been trying, you know that. But knowing she's there... I just can't do it anymore. I need to be some place else. [ she glances up briefly with sad eyes. ] I don't want to leave you, but I... I'm sorry.

[necessaryevil]

So what, this is... forever? Until Rose leaves? What?

[lastdragomir]

Until the bond breaks? Until I can learn to block her out properly? I don't know. I don't want it to be forever.

[necessaryevil]

So what if it turns out there isn't a way?