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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I'd rather tongue Aurelius. How about vodka?

[she wrinkles her nose at the thought of tonguing aurelius.] Okay, okay, vodka it is.

[ victory. she flags the bartender down, demands a handful of shots. such sass. much entitlement. ]

[awww yeah. she picks up a shot glass, and waits until lila takes one too so they can drink together.] To ... Faye's birthday, I guess?

To Faye's birthday. [ she tosses the shot back. oh god it's disgusting. needs pink lemonade. ] We sort of just picked a random day so she could get presents.

[yeah astrid makes a face after drinking hers too. s-so prissy.] I don't blame her. I would too if I didn't remember my birthday. Except ... hm, I would probably make it in the summer, that way it would be as far as possible from Christmas.

Mine is in summer, I told her we weren't sharing. [ different seasons works! ]

That makes sense. [spoiled child over here ok. she gets it.]

Yep. So my birthday is next, then yours. [ ALL THE PARTIES WEEEE. ]

Are you going to throw yourself a big party like this one?

Yup. I'm never going to get promoted so I'll make my own party in my honor.

Cool. But don't say that! Can't you like, protest to Wynn that your mentor is being a dick? I bet you could.

He's not a dick though? I mean, he is, he's the biggest douche, but he means well or whatever. [ she rolls her eyes. although this is third person to tell her that. and she still defends eric. best squire tbh. ] He's a really, really annoying older brother.

Then you should talk to him directly and be like excuse you, why am I not promoted yet?

I already have. [ sort of. in a way. kinda. ] He just doesn't think I'm "ready" or whatever.

Lame. Well, if he takes too long, you should get on his dick about it again.

Oh, ew, oh my god, no, do not mention Eric's dick. Gross.

Why, have you seen it? Is it crooked?

Stop! [ NO. BROTHER. BROTHER. ABORT. she actually pours herself a shot and swallows it back like the alcohol will burn the idea from her brain. ] No! He's just-- ugh, no, I haven't seen it.

It's actually common for a penis to curve in one direction when erect. [thank you fucking doogie howser. she'll take another shot too just bcuz.]

I haven't seen his dick! [ a beat. ] Although now that you mention it... [ she turns a little in her seat, looking for sylar. inquiring minds want to know, ok. ]

What? [meanwhile, sylar is ... idk, sylaring. hanging out at their couch drinking trying not to look like a serial killer.]

[ she debates going over there to inspect, but she already gave him a blow job, she can wait until the hotel to figure this out. ] Just wondering about my boyfriend's junk. I'm usually too busy to take note of what it looks like.

He's never sent you a dick pic?

He's not a douchebag, so no. [ THIS MAY BE A LIE, WHO KNOWS. she's not sharing. (bluff 47) ]

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