{ 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.

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[necessaryevil]

[ beneath it, he wears a simple white button up shirt, the collar undone and somewhat rumpled. His fingers dig into the skin of her waist as he pulls her into another kiss, this time, backing up toward the bed. ]

[lastdragomir]

[ slowly working on those buttons, lissa seems eager to be led but she stumbles slightly, too distracted by kissing him to remember silly things like how to walk or breathe. but once her bearings return, her fingers continue their mission to divest him of his remaining clothes. ]

[necessaryevil]

[ as they hit the actual bed, whatever hesitation he had seems to vanish as her hands strip his shirt off, and he starts helping her to tear the rest of his own off as his kisses take on an almost violent need, yanking her around to push her down on the bed and climbing on top of her as he works on her own remaining clothes. ]

[lastdragomir]

[ lissa moves easily, seemingly at ease with the force of the actions. she doesn't bother helping with the clothes, he has that covered. instead her fingers trace across his torso, nails digging into his shoulders as she stretched up and kisses his jaw, trailing down his neck and across his collarbone. ]

[necessaryevil]

[ he lets out a groan at the contact, clearly entirely eager and willing beneath her touch now. he also... failed his wisdom check b/c he never has sex, ok. MAYBE LIS WILL REMEMBER PROTECTION ]

[lastdragomir]

[ YEAH SHE HAS IT COVERED. (wis 22) no bb moroi tieflings up in this bitch ok. so she probably mentions that she has a condom in her jacket pocket. she was probably never a girl scout, but she's got that always prepared shit on lock. well, not enough to remember before she took it off, but. better than failure. ]

[necessaryevil]

[ he looks kind of amused by the reminder, and it's enough to stop him from aggressively barreling forward into babytown ]

[lastdragomir]

[ she shrugs like "what?" at his amusement, smirking because you know what, she doesn't want tiny babies. she's not a princess anymore, that's not a royal duty. maybe when she's thirty.

CONDOMS ON LOCK. ] At least one of us is still thinking with their upstairs brain.

[necessaryevil]

Thinking around you isn't exactly... easy.

[lastdragomir]

Is it hard? [ she flutters her eyelashes, lips pressed together to keep the smirk at bay. ]

[necessaryevil]

Definitely. [ herp herp herp ]

[lastdragomir]

[ well that's handy. so she's just going to wind her arms around his neck again and stick her tongue down his throat. :) because I write a+ smut. ]

[necessaryevil]

[ AND THEN THEY DID IT???????????? i did his rolls forever ago and the paper is packed somewhere in a million boxes. i remember that it was like

all strength

so there's that ]

[lastdragomir]

[ ready, okay!

str 5
dex 18
fort save crit fail
wis 16
cha 19

she... well, shh, it's been a while and she's probably hungry. SHE IS A DELICATE PRINCESS. enjoy...?

she pushes her curls back from her face, breathing hard. ] Hi.

[ ...adorable. ]

[necessaryevil]

[ hey he didn't have some kind of freakout the entire time, so look at that. gold star. his fingers follow hers through her curls and she smiles down at her fondly. ] Hey.

[lastdragomir]

[ she's all blushy mcadorableface, face tilting into his hand. lissa doesn't remember christian, so she is entirely unaware that this was not her first time. which accounts, she thinks, for the blushing and that crit fail. she remains silent about her excuses, though, grinning at max with a sleepy stupidity.

is there a handbook for what to say after sex and if so why was it not a part of her education? ] That was much better than I imagined. Daydreams really don't do it justice.

[necessaryevil]

You've been daydreaming about this, huh? With me or just generic dream guy?

[lastdragomir]

With you, obviously. [ the smile turns into a little smirk, reaching out to bat his arm lightly. ] Don't be ridiculous.

[necessaryevil]

I think I've earned a little time to be ridiculous. It's been awhile.

[lastdragomir]

Yeah? [ she preens a little, using that hand she batted him with to brush her pale fingers through his fluffy hair, brushing lightly against the horns. ] Well, carry on, then, I suppose.

[necessaryevil]

You sure you've gotta go tomorrow?

[lastdragomir]

[ she nods slowly, smile slipping. ] Yeah, I'm sure. I... I need it.

[necessaryevil]

Suppose it'd be pretty poor of me to ask you to stay, then.

[lastdragomir]

[ looking tremendously forlorn, she slides her hand down to the back of his neck, tugging him down to kiss him gently. ] Please don't, I'd never have the strength to say no.

[necessaryevil]

I'll try to rein in the urge.