(open) hell is deep lord, but we're heading deeper

[thelittlemerman]

[With new lords come new excuses to party.]

[Some time on the 19th, the fae stage a takeover of the club fabric in Smithfield. Invitations are sent out to all the fae in London, touting the glorious coming out of the Lords of Rivers and Illusions, Seelie and Unseelie respectively. It's one of those times where fae of both courts just want an excuse to throw a party, and the invitation is all the notice said new lords get that they are going to be guests of honour.]

[It's a typical fae affair; the magic is heavy in all three rooms, one of which is decorated like a ballroom in Other Realm fashion. The food and drink served at the bar remains untouched by fae charms, but the fae presence itself seems to be intoxicating. Some of the activities happening in dark corners seem to be a little beyond what's regularly allowed at any reputable nightclub, but don't pay attention to that just enjoy the party.]

[If you manage to cause any trouble, a team of large fae is here to escort you out. You may have seen them faithfully guarding the door, sniffing out those who may want to cause harm to the high concentration of fae inside. Vampires can be let through if they have a fae companion with them, and otherwise all types of humans and supernatural alike are allowed in.]

[The party goes on for precisely 72 hours, and on the 22nd the party winds down and mysteriously disappears. The club is left a little cleaner than when it started, the staff left completely befuddled about what just occurred.] (x)

Comments

[falsify]

[He's terrible it's true. Eames hasn't had the pleasure of seeing him dance, but he's so tightly wound, how could he not be?]

[But anyway. Eames is here to celebrate, and at this stage in proceedings he's positively sunny.]

Well, thank you! [And he glances around.] Seems you're not the only one.

[stauncherhearted]

[She likes sunny Eames. He's fun and silly, and he can dance.]

Yeah, here I thought it'd be a quiet affair. [She could use quiet. But she was starting to think that a few quiet nights would be really, really beneficial.]

I'm really proud of you, y'know.

[falsify]

[Wh...y. Eames looks at Nancy like she's just asked him a complex maths question; he completely doesn't understand why she's proud.]

Okay? [Squint.] Thanks...?

[stauncherhearted]

It's just that- [Oi. She's going to sound so condescending, and she winces.] I know you work hard. Real hard. I like seeing that rewarded.

I probably sound like a huge prat.

[falsify]

No, no. [He shakes his head, clearly about to deliver a hilarious one-liner.]

[Unfortunately it doesn't come to him, and he pauses for a moment to think about it.]

Well, yes.

[Genius.]

tbh I don't know why I use brackets half the time I decide to use them

[stauncherhearted]

[Nancy balks for a moment, before diverging into giggles. Really, big, funny giggles, because oh lord, Eames is actually hilarious in how long it took him to come up with that. She could have finished her drink in that time, in fact, she's quite sure that the DJ started another song in that time. Wow.

It doesn't even matter that he's agreeing with her, because it's just brilliant.]

Oh my god- you're brilliant! Absolutely brilliant, Eames.

[She is not laughing with you, my dear.]

they're just so aesthetically pleasing

[falsify]

[Alright. Wow. He's not so drunk he can't tell when he's being laughed at, and he scoffs.]

Okay, shush. [He reaches out to press a finger against her lips.] That's enough of that.

it is true

[stauncherhearted]

[She's still giggling, even as he presses his finger to her lips in a rather silly and juvenile gesture.]

Sorry, sorry! You've got lipstick on your finger now. You're just incredibly smashed.

[falsify]

I am. [He looks at his finger, frowns at it, and wipes it on his trousers. How much staying power does this stuff have?] It's great.

[stauncherhearted]

Good! How much does it take you to get this drunk, anyway?

[falsify]

Mmm. [He considers the drink in his hand.] About twenty-eight hours?

[stauncherhearted]

I hope to god that it never takes me that long to get drunk.

[Seriously. She had a high tolerance. It was frustrating, most of the time.]

[falsify]

[He laughs again and finishes his drink, holding out the empty glass for someone to take as they pass by. There's a groan in the distance when they realise the glass is empty.]

My advice? Don't spend centuries building a tolerance if you want to get drunk quicker than that.

[stauncherhearted]

I don't plan on being around that long! [Nancy really had no use for immortality at this point in her life. She'd seen what it had done to so many and didn't want that for herself.]

Live fast, die young, I suppose.

[falsify]

[He laughs again, giving Nancy a friendly clap on the shoulder. Humans, right? Mortality is so weird.]

Better a short life with joy, I hear.

[stauncherhearted]

Or something like that!

[Girls like her would never live long.]

[falsify]

Well then-- [Have a spin, Nance.] Enjoy the party.

[stauncherhearted]

[She spins gracefully.]

You, too!