(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]

[Eames shrugs - this is how it's always been for him, so he doesn't feel particularly strongly about it - and follows Arthur's gaze around the room.]

Am I boring you?

[specifiercity]

[Arthur looks at Eames like he's said something totally surprising, frowning in confusion for a moment before he shakes his head.]

No, sorry. I'm just... I'm pretty drunk. Don't know what to do with myself.

[falsify]

You could always try dancing again.

[He says with a restrained laugh, fairly certain Arthur's reply will be an immediate "no".]

[specifiercity]

[Arthur doesn't say no, but he does wince, massaging the back of his neck awkwardly.]

Why do you even want to see me dance? I'm not... I'm just not good.

[falsify]

[It's rare that he gets to see Arthur be bad at something, it's an absolute delight. He's not pushing the issue though, laughing briefly into his drink.]

I'm just offering ways for you to occupy yourself.

[Which he considers for a little while longer than would be necessary for him to arrive at his next thought sober.]

What are your feelings on that, ah... Repeat performance?

[specifiercity]

[Arthur laughs, shaking his head a little and smiling down at the floor. Is he... bashful? Anyway he recovers from that and smiles smoothly at Eames.]

Generally positive.

[falsify]

Well then. [Eames returns that smile and throws back the rest of his drink.] My place or yours?

[specifiercity]

[Arthur shrugs and smirks.]

In the interest of equality, we can go back to mine.

[falsify]

[Eames raises an eyebrow and nods toward the exit.]

Whenever you're ready then.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur downs the rest of his drink and then nods.]

[Yep he has nothing else to say he just wants to get going.]

[falsify]

[Well then.]

[Off they go to act out that Beastie Boys song in the privacy of Arthur's bedroom.]