party ♔ got a black card that let saks have it, these chanel bags is a bad habit

[bittersweeter]

[ ♪ feelin' myself -- nicki minaj & beyoncé ]

WHO || Astrid Mädchen & loads of people
WHAT || Astrid's 23rd Birthday Party
WHERE || Some empty bar in the castle.
WHEN || October 29, 2014; 8pm [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

Lila had basically commandeered Astrid's birthday months ago, all but demanding that Astrid let her plan her party while... it was still Faye's birthday. By the time she is done decorating, it looks like Pintrest collided with Queen Regina and puked black and white Halloween drama all over the room. Glittery skulls, blood red candy apples, candles flickering in black lacquered candelabras. Is that raven real? Probably. Is that skeleton real?

Maybe. Y'all don't know what tricks this girl can do. Maybe Slenderman will show up.

The lights are dim and there is an entire table stacked with cupcakes and cookies and other assorted nibbles and hor d'oeuvres, shoved up against the bar where bottles of every kind of alcohol imaginable are just spread out willy nilly amongst mixers and juices. Bet your ass there is Fireball around. There's soda and punch for the teetotalers, but with far less variety than the liquor. There are even party favor bags for the end of the night stuffed with nips of peach schnapps, Jagermeister, and cranberry juice (the recipe for a red headed slut) and various jewels and baubles, plastic Starbucks cups, hella neon nail polish. And condoms. They are all jammed with condoms.

Invitations aren't sent so much as Lila and Astrid invite every single person they know and don't loathe. Costumes are a requirement, but presents are just highly encouraged. But it's Astrid's birthday, okay? Presents are a must.

And no one is allowed to dress like Jessica Rabbit on pain of... well, pain.

Comments

[unforgivably]

I'm not going anywhere.

[doubletake]

Well, now you're just being unnecessarily difficult.

[But she just...walks away.

And comes back a minute later with a bottle of top shelf whiskey, which she is taking a pull from.]

[unforgivably]

That... was my way of telling you I'd drink with you.

[ But, fine. She's back a minute later. ] From the bottle. My how the tables have turned.

[doubletake]

[My bad. I though he was being difficult. She just shrugs her shoulders. No biggie.]

Well, then I'll be your waitress. Just this once.

[She leans the neck of the bottle towards him so he can take it.]

It's a party. I want to have fun.

[unforgivably]

[ No problem! I probably picked the wrong icon. Mostly, he's just being borderline flirtatious. ]

That's what parties are for. [ He takes the bottle, tipping it back. ] You won't see me in the way of that.

[doubletake]

Damn straight.

[She swipes the bottle back for a moment before handing it back to him.]

Glad to hear it, because otherwise we might have a problem.

[unforgivably]

And we couldn't have that.

[ He's had many a problem with her before, mostly vice versa - but that's in the nature of their relationship. Something tells him this new iteration will involve more shooting and stabbing should he step too far out of line, personally. (Not in general, he's still planning on being Damon in general. ]

Talked to Astrid. She's ... interesting.