(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

[specifiercity]

[Arthur frowns at Eames. This is all a lot and the alcohol hasn't even hit him yet, but the atmosphere in here and Eames's face and everything... well, it's all very tempting.]

[He looks down at his drink and takes another sip of it.]

Getting there.

[falsify]

[Eames laughs and puts his hand on Arthur's hip, slipping a couple of fingers in a beltloop so he can move Arthur's hips a little more than just a gentle, awkward swaying in time to the music. He slips a foot between his to nudge his feet apart a little too while he's at it. Looking less horrendously dadlike already.]

[specifiercity]

[Arthur's hips do pretty much what Eames' hand tells them to do, though he seems to be resistant to any kind of actual smooth movement whatsoever. He takes a deep breath, looking down between them. He's about to hate himself for pointing this out, isn't he?]

It's a little close, isn't it?

[falsify]

Most dancing is, Arthur.

[The comment totally doesn't faze him, he just looks at Arthur like he's pointed out something mind-numbingly obvious. But that could just be the concentration on his face at trying to get Arthur moving a little more smoothly. It's amazing. He knows he capable of it, why can't that translate to dance?]

[specifiercity]

[He tries for another minute or two, but it's useless. He just fixates on it more and more and it gets more and more difficult to relax, until finally he puts his hand on Eames' to peel it away from his hip.]

No, this isn't happening.

[He holds up his hands in defeat and turns to leave the dance floor. He should probably just leave forever now, right. This has been thoroughly embarrassing. Thanks Eames.]

[falsify]

[Well, he tried. Eames relents and moves aside so Arthur can pass, and he follows him off the floor. What else is he gonna do?]

Fine. You're definitely not a dancer.

[His tone, whilst very amused, is surprisingly devoid of mocking.]

[specifiercity]

I'm not.

[Arthur finds his way to a slightly less crowded area and puts his hands on his hips, trying to get over the whole paralyzing embarrassment thing.]

[falsify]

[Make no mistake, when he's sober this is absolutely something he's going to make fun of Arthur for, but right now? He feels great and he kind of just wants everyone else to feel great too.]

[In unrelated news, there may be something more than just alcohol in his system right now.]

[Anyway, he gives Arthur a bit of a sympathetic look. A bit, because he's also completely failing to hide how happy he is about this.] It's fine. No one cares.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur waves that off, refusing to look at Eames' smile right now.]

It's not that.

[He sighs again and gives Eames a hard look.]

You are very drunk right now.

[falsify]

I am. [He mimics Arthur, waving off the issue of his sobriety or lack thereof.] If it's not that, what is it?

[specifiercity]

[Arthur looks at him thoughtfully for a moment before he continues, less embarrassed than before.]

You're acting like you want a repeat performance.

[falsify]

Of the "dancing", or...?

[No offence Arthur but he does not.]

[specifiercity]

[It is a struggle for Arthur not to roll his eyes. He sighs instead.]

No, of the sex.

[Idiot.]

[falsify]

[He is VERY DRUNK okay, subtlety or vagueness isn't gonna go anywhere with him right now.]

Oh. [He laughs, apparently this is hilarious. Mostly it's hilarious that he missed what Arthur meant.] It's not what I was angling for, but I certainly wouldn't say no.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur holds up his hands again. He's usually so good at reading signals, but tonight he's going to chalk it up to the fae magic in the air. There's probably some of that, right? Plus that hilariously strong drink is starting to hit him, making his head swim.]

Maybe I should just go.

[falsify]

No, stay. [He puts a hand on Arthur's chest to stop him leaving. It's gonna sour his mood for at least 10 minutes if Arthur leaves like this.] The world won't end if you enjoy yourself a little.

[specifiercity]

[Judging by Arthur's face it appears as though he's not totally convinced of this, but he sighs. Again.]

I'm gonna need a lot more to drink.

[He says it more to himself than to Eames.]

[falsify]

It's an open bar.

[Probably? Eames hasn't had to pay so far anyway.]

[specifiercity]

[Well, that earns a sigh and Arthur looks like he's thinking about leaving again for a moment, but then instead he turns and goes back to the bar. He's just going to have to trust that there's no magic in it for now, or at least that the magic won't hurt him.]

[About an hour later he is pretty much as drunk as he's ever been. The drinks they're serving are incredibly strong, and he's had a lot. He's in the middle of telling Eames something that seems very important, but he trails off halfway through.]

...I forgot where I was going with that.

[Is he slurring his words? He's slurring his words.]

[falsify]

I have no idea either.

[But either way, Eames is laughing like it's a great story he's just been told. He grins and orders another drink, one that comes quickly and he continues drinking like he never stopped.]

It's fine-- I'm sure it doesn't matter anyway.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur shakes his head and gives a dismissive shrug, altogether far more expressive than usual. He immediately gets distracted looking around the room, eyebrows knit together like there's a mystery to solve. Somewhere, out there.]

Are all fae parties like this?

[falsify]

Various takes on the same template.

[He follows Arthur's gaze around the room, and then looks back at his drink. Squinting at the bottom of his drink before he takes another sip.]

Thankfully nobody saw fit to organise a hunt.

[specifiercity]

That would be in poor taste.

[Arthur looks at his own drink with a touch of confusion, like he's trying to determine what it is before he goes ahead and takes a sip anyway.]

At least you seem to be enjoying yourself.

[He probably thinks the look he gives Eames' bare chest is subtle and smooth. It's only a bit of those things.]

[falsify]

[It is neither of those things, and Eames raises an eyebrow at the look, but he doesn't say anything about it. Instead he smiles brightly at the comment and downs the rest of his drink as though prompted to do so.]

Three straight days of drinking tends to put one in a good mood.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur snorts.]

Maybe for you. I'd be finished by the second day.