{ 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

[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.

[lastdragomir]

Postcards, remember? You won't have time to miss me because I'll be sending you so many postcards.

[necessaryevil]

Right. Postcards. A lost art.

[lastdragomir]

You won't even know that I'm gone. [ teeny, tiny smile, she blinks and takes a deep breath to keep the wetness in her eyes from turning to tears. max was exactly what she needed when rose decided she'd probably rather lissa die than exist in the same universe with her. he was the only one who seemed to notice how heavily the bond weighed on lissa, how the lack of privacy bothered her.

but it's his dumb faith in her that allowed her to grow up and realize she needed to do this for herself in the first place. she can put herself first for once, not royal duties or her carefully constructed image of the bright eyed party girl, just... herself. she didn't want to fall back on bad habits and leave more scars across her arms. ] I promise. And if you need me, I'll come right back.

[necessaryevil]

That goes two ways, then. [ he reaches for her hand, taking it in his ] I mean, I could probably use some fresh air.

[lastdragomir]

I'm told it's refreshing, invigorating even.

[necessaryevil]

It'll be good for you.

[lastdragomir]

I hope so. [ she's a little nervous it will be pointless, but she has faith and max's words bolster it. ]