{ 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

[reallywicked]

[Despite being ticked off at him, Faye actually cares about Gold and if he was effected so strongly? Shit must have gotten real. She grabs his wrist and leads him over to an empty booth on the far side of the bar. It's not quiet, but quieter and more secluded.]

What happened?

[Party haze broken. She's actually showing concern.]

[undealt]

[Oh, it's story time now, is it? He almost protests, because it's a brutal tale and he'd rather not crash the mood of the party, but it seems that's already been done.]

I imagine Lila told you we were seeking out a cure for Amara's condition. My sources had never been that far into the goblin's lair, so the information I received wasn't entirely accurate. [Which is on him- as Emma keeps telling him. But there was no way they would have ever known for certain without going on.] And I know why now- the trees could only bear fruit out of season with a sacrifice. Anyone who would have gone down that far in pursuit of them would have fallen victim to it. The druid who guarded it wasn't much in the business of being told no.

[reallywicked]

[Knowing the group that went, Faye can't say that she's surprised to hear that they didn't find the nerve to sacrifice any of them for their cause. Which is okay by her, because she has strong feelings for half of that team and enjoys the other half staying alive, thanks.]

So... what now? I mean this curse or whatever... You can't just give up on breaking it, right?

[undealt]

I don't think Emma would ever accept that. We'll have to find another way, but I trust it's going to be a brutal journey regardless of what paths are taken.

[reallywicked]

I don't get it. Why are you guys all so wrapped up in this? None of you are really the type to do something out of the goodness of your hearts.

[undealt]

I believe it's just as much about David as it is anything else. Amara's curse may be her own and she certainly suffers more for its effects, but he's just as much prey to it, which is why he's no longer with us. According to Emma, he's family.

[He doesn't... pretend to know what the hell is wrong in Storybrooke. His veilnesia sucks.]

[reallywicked]

The hot bearded guy? They're related.

[Too many Davids. She's thinking of the other one. Oops.]

[undealt]

No, the other one. David Nolan... Or Charming or whatever he calls himself these days.

[reallywicked]

Never met him. So how's he play into this?

[undealt]

Amara believes herself to be in love with him. As I understand it, he gave into her advances and Wynn saw fit to have him banished while Amara is cursed and under our protection.

[Which is JUST A BIT his fault. He kinda encouraged him not to spurn her.]

[reallywicked]

Banished? [For sleeping with someone. For obvious reasons, Faye is a little startled by this development...]

[undealt]

As I understand it, yes. [He notes her look of shock, but doesn't quite grasp why she's stunned (wis 12)] He gave into her advances when she wasn't in her right mind. I believe some might interpret that as taking advantage of her condition.

[Not entirely fair when she was ON HIS DICK, but whatever, Wynn.]

[reallywicked]

I didn't know Wynn was so interested in our bedroom activities. [creepy wynn. creepy.]

So... what? He goes to sex jail and we try to wake up sleeping beauty?

[undealt]

That was an extenuating circumstance.

[That he should probably stop talking about, since he's incapable of not being a douchebag about it.]

Saving Amara is crucial, yes. Not only will it free it, it could help her entire race. That's a debt the Knights will be owed for some time.

[reallywicked]

Hmm- maybe enough of a debt that they would help us out when the magic goes dark? [Faye might still be kind of freaked out about that thing Amara talked about that one time.]

[undealt]

That would be ideal, yes.

[He's been fretting over the same thing, Faye. Don't even worry.]

[reallywicked]

So what do we do now?

[aka she's in. let her help you.]

[undealt]

We find another approach, which is easier said than done, unfortunately.

[reallywicked]

Well- pretty sure you're not finding it at my party. But maybe when I get done nursing a hangover, we can do some research or something.

[This is not a drill. Faye is offering to be helpful.]

[undealt]

No, I suppose not. [He smirks.] We need to look into the origins of Amara's people, but that, my dear, is for another day. [He slides out of the booth.] For now, you should enjoy your party.