ethanbialecki | You're Invited. To a UV Rave. [Open]

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You're Invited. To a UV Rave. [Open]

For an event so well known, there had been almost no advertising. The venue located in an old warehouse near the docks that had been renovated purposefully for such an event. And yet it had drawn quite a large local crowd - to the displeasure of some.

Everybody that pays the entry fee receives a free glass of champagne and a small bottle of UV paint in their prefered colour upon entry.

Throughout there are bars serving a vast variety of drinks and 'paint stations' complete with brushes and vast arrays of coloured UV paints. Allowing clubbers to be as creative with their ideas... or just plain messy as they wish.

There are two DJs, playing in different sections, one with the more traditional 'Electronic Dance' style of music, the other playing a selection of requests and popular classics.

It's designed to be a night the people of Siren Cove will remember - or forget if they choose to drink enough.

(OOC: I realise we have quite a few people on hiatus. Please feel free to join in even if you're late. Tag whoever you want, take who you like and have a lot of fun. Below I have included a couple of playlists - but I have terrible tastes in music so feel free to find your own playlists as backing inspiration)

UV Rave: The Club Anthem Mix from hitchhikingon on 8tracks Radio.

UV Rave: The EDM Mix from hitchhikingon on 8tracks Radio.

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She smiles into the quick kiss, the ghost of pink paint left behind on her lips. He's warm in contrast with the air. Right now everything feels unpressured, just fun and like it makes sense.

"You asked, buddy -" she's cut off by the actual groping going on down the way and hides a laugh, grabbing his hand.

She feels vaguely like she should feel creeped out by them winding into a deserted alley behind a warehouse. But she's not. Mostly, she's fascinated.

She takes out her paint as Davin pulls off his shirt. "Any requests?" she asks lightly, dropping a long curve from the base of his neck and curling it into a slow spiral.

The question makes Davin feel a little embarrassed, cheeks flushing with heat, because no, he usually doesn't. If he goes home with Nathan, it'll be two one night stands in a week and that's not usually Davin's style, but he's just - he's been stressed out and lonely and he wants to forget about it for awhile.

"Not really," he says after a few beats. "Maybe you're just special."

"Not particular - oh damn, that's awesome." He arches into the touch of the brush like an eager house cat and laughs a little. "Nah, I trust ya."

He lights the joint again, and it's burned down enough to warm his fingers when he takes a hit. He holds the smoke in as he passes it carefully over his shoulder so that Mira can finish it off.

Mira grins and raises an eyebrow at the way he arches against the paint. "Patience." She uses her fingers to drag arms slowly out of the spiral, like a galaxy or a hurricane, enjoying the feel of the paint slick between his skin and her fingertips.

She switches back to the brush to create a long blue zig zag down his back and start to play it out into fractals. Lightning. Arteries. Something like that.

She pauses in her focus to take the end of the joint from him with a "thanks," taking a long drag. On impulse, she puts her hand on the back of his neck and leans in over his shoulder to press her lips to his, shotgunning the end of it and trying not to laugh.

"Whiskey," Ethan parroted loudly to the guy behind the bar, "And a vodka coke." Despite the music drowning out half of what he said, the server nodded before moving to grab two plastic cups. Returning his attention to the other he grinned, shaking his hand, "Nice to meet you Davin, I'm Ethan."

"Oh, Bambi."

Bach makes the next kiss softer, more comfort than arousal. "You know all the right words right now."

He can’t help but feel a little relieved when she waves back – he didn’t want the gesture to have come across as creepy. Although he’s a little surprised when she actually approaches, considering he thought she’d probably wander off into the crowd.

“Something like that,” he replies, “Got ditched for better company, but that teaches you not to go out with your siblings I guess. How about you?”

Davin smiles a little, because it's definitely not the first time he's been called that, and he's sure it won't be the last. Nathan's kiss makes him feel better and he melts into it, sliding his fingers up to bury them in Nathan's thick dark hair. "I try m'best."

"That's better." He feels his entire body conform to Gavin's, so much more at ease when there's no anger or frustration in the ear.

"Because for the fact that I didn't woe you with roses and dinners doesn't mean we can create some wonderful memories together, right? Time is just a word, really."

"That's right," Davin says with a soft laugh. He wraps his arms around Nathan and noses at the hinge of his jaw before pressing an open mouthed kiss there. He nips gently at his earlobe and then speaks low into his ear. "Have ya had enough dancin'?"

"Oh, no need to you warm you any further?" Bach breaks away from him, gesturing to follow.

"Follow the white rabbit. Or the Piper, depending on which ending you want." He breaks into a song about spring nights and grass covered in dew, small tents and comfort in stranger's arms, touching everyone with a note. "Come on, Davin!"

Davin lets out a delighted laugh as he follows Nathan. The guy's a little over the top and kind of ridiculous, but in a charming, intriguing way. Davin works his way through glowing, paint-splattered bodies to follow, finally catching Nathan's hand when they're near the door and away from the crush of bodies. "Where to now, pied piper?"

"My lair, sweet man, my lair."

He pulls him against him for another kiss. "But only because the weather is not friendly enough for a dance on a roof."

"You know, when you say things like my lair, it really should sound creepier than it does. You have a gift." He laughs and winks to let him know he's just teasing, holding his hand and tipping his head back into the cool night air. "I dunno, I kind of like it a bit chilly."

He gives Nathan a wry smirk. "Makes warmin' up a lot more fun."

"Hey, you made clear that you wanted something bed like and no company. That's what I can offer at my place."

He winks. "Have you seen me? I'm pure innocence, I have to do something to keep the mystery alive."

Davin lets out a bark of laughter and spins Bach in a circle to music only they can hear before pulling him in close and kissing him. "Yeah, you're real innocent. Lead the way."

"Never hurt a fly. I have a cat to do that for me." He pulls him along. "Come along, Shakespeare. Time for bed."

"Yeah, you seem like a cat person." Davin lets himself be tugged along, enjoying the attention and the attraction and the companionship right along with the cool night air on his skin. "Gonna tuck me in, huh? Sing me a lullaby?"

Davin is so lost in the feeling of the brush and her fingers on his skin that he's surprised when she's suddenly kissing him, but he goes with it easily. He leans into it and inhales the smoke, giving her a playful bite to her bottom lip before pulling away to blow the smoke into the air.

"Very cheeky," he says with a big grin and a wink.

Why Bonnie is sure it’s a fake name he gave her – she can’t be 100%. Potentially it’s just paranoia but she just goes with it, defaulting to her own typical fake. “Hi Nathan,” she replies, “Flora.”

Considering she would have been called Flora if her Mum hadn’t hated the overall combination of Flora Fletcher as a name, it’s not fully a lie. Thankfully Bonnie Fletcher had won out, to later be converted to Bonnie McGuinness.

She smiles, with a bow of the head in a silent thank you for propping up her slightly fragile ego a little longer. “I don’t see why he wouldn’t. He was enjoying it!” Bonnie yelled back, although he wasn’t in their immediate vicinity on the dance floor. “I’m sure he’ll show up again.”

“Nah, it’s just the accent,” she grinned, adding playfully, “It just tricks everyone into seeing what they wants. Like Irish-tinted glassed.” Although her wink at the end showed her lack of seriousness. He was kinda adorable really though.

“Cheers!” She announced as the drinks clinked together, swallowing several mouthfuls of the brightly coloured liquid.

"Just what I was missing," she said with laugh, turning around and pressing her hips back against him as she danced. The press of bodies was heavy and felt kind of amazing, the rhythm of the guy against her feeling weirdly comfortable and exciting all at once.

"I'll be sure to wear it with pride."

"Someone said my curls were begging for it. I just didn't argue." His hand reached out to trace the orange stain on Wren's hips. "Looks like you've been having fun." He lets his head be tipped back and grins as he, for once, initiates the kiss, much to the amusement of his friends.

"I was hoping you'd ask," Alex said as he pulled back, a little breathless and sober enough to blush at his boldness.

"Maybe, but I'd rather make sure I got a top notch partner," she said with a wink, pulling him a bit closer, hips pressing against his. He felt really good, or maybe she was just drunk, or maybe both. Whatever the reason she was really liking it.

"Just me. Seemed like a good place to make some friends."

"Maybe a bit too heavy for me right now," she said with a laugh. It was a nice thought though, or at least she thought it might be. Hard to tell.

"I've got some other things on my mind at the moment."

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