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.

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[Victory! Faye throws her arms around his neck and kisses him enthusiastically. Hope you don't faint or anything.]

Happy birthday to me.

[ satisfied, lila tosses back her shot and leaves the last two for aurelius and faye. ] My work here is done...

[ peacing out. LATER BITCHES. ]

[ WELL

THEN

uh ] Happy... er... yes.

[Faye waves her fingers as Lila leaves before turning back to poor Aurelius.]

You're sweet, you know? [It's half compliment, half insult, somehow.] But... have you ever kissed a girl? When it wasn't her birthday, I mean.

Yes. P-plenty. [ bluff... 4 ahahhahhaa ]

[wow her sense motive was only 6. But she still figures him out ]

Oh yeah? Anyone I know..?

Probably not. You know how it is. Damsels in distress, knights dashing in to save them...

Oh, you saved her? Now that's a story I need to hear.

[She really wants you to just walk into this]

Well, er, maybe not me directly but... the Knights as a... whole. It was a team effort.

Okay but what happened?

A... centaur?

...You didn't fuck a horse, did you?

[hi she's been drinking. but wow you suck at storytelling.]

What? No! [s-so aghast] It was a mission... regarding a centaur. That's what I meant. A dastardly one, indeed.

Dastardly? Seriously? No one talks like that.

Okay so what did you do? To get rid of the centaur?

Lured it with carrots?

You are so full of shit. It's okay to just tell me. If you haven't been with a girl? I can help. [but do you really want her brand of help? she's not even actually offering to bang him, weirdly enough. it would possibly be fun, but the idea of trying to help him get a date was strangely amusing.]

[ he stammers a bit before mumbling something ] I- I-

I'll admit... I've yet to meet a woman that I've been particularly... taken with.

Well...have you met any guys..? [Faye is not here to judge you. Okay she is but not about that.]

Or horses, apparently.

[ oh my god he's so fucking flustered ] W-what?? No! Nothing of the sort.

I was just checking! Okay- so what's your type? What do you look for in a girl?

[matchmaker matchmaker~]

[ sjfkalf; how do talk about girls ] Well, er, I imagine she would have to be um...

Intelligent?

Okay smart girls. Gonna go out on a limb and say you like them quiet too.

Well, I'd like to be able to hold a good conversation with them.

Right, but not like... Well, me. [She says it with a smirk, not at all ashamed of being something other than his type.]

You want a nice girl.

[ he senses a woman trap ] You're... nice. [ wow that bluff was terrible. ]

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