{ 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]

Not my fault so many people love me. [She adds with a drunk grin.] Hey- do you know your birthday? If not, you should pick one. Maybe we could have a party on your boat.

[unhand]

I don't even know if they use the same calendar where I'm from. [Apparently he forgot that too WHICH IS CONVENIENT SINCE WHO THE FUCK KNOWS.] After you pass the first century or so, you stop keeping track.

[reallywicked]

Everyone needs a birthday. [Is she pouting? She may be pouting.]

[unhand]

[Wow Faye. He nods obligingly.] All right. You can pick me one if you want.

[reallywicked]

Hmmm... [She ponders it like its some big game changer.]

July 13th. There. Done. [This day has no significance to Faye. But you needed a birthday and now you shall have one.]

[unhand]

This mean I can put you in charge of party planning?