{ 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

[unhand]

We were on a mission together. [Sort of. Not one that... they were actually supposed to be on. And technically they knew each other before then, but they hadn't been particularly close. Unless her threatening to crush his balls with a hammer and him flirting until she stopped counted.]

[watchmaker]

Must've been exciting. [shrug. he really no curr.]

[unhand]

There's a word for it. [Another word is "filled with fail."] How'd the two of you meet? You don't strike me as the knightly sort.

[watchmaker]

I helped her and her ragtag team with a mystery they were trying to solve.

[unhand]

Are you a detective, then?

[watchmaker]

I investigate crime scenes. So, yes, in a sense.

[unhand]

What other sense would there be?

[watchmaker]

There are other kinds of detectives. [e y e r o l l.]

[unhand]

Are there other people who investigate crime scenes?

[...Hook honestly doesn't know, ok. #pirateproblems]

[watchmaker]

... Yes. Yes, there are. [he's staring at hook like wow u r the dumbest person in the world huh. gpoy.]

[unhand]

...oh. [Awkward silence.] Guess the knights would be included in that category.

[watchmaker]

Probably. That was the cover Lila gave me when she first told me about them. [he also says this to make a point of "wow you just don't care who knows about your weird secret knighthood do you??"]