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

[ethanbialecki]

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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[bachjones]

"You're probably drunk to say that."

[risesandthefalls]

"Artist." He leans in, looking for a kiss. "What am I supposed to be telling you about."

[louise_abasi]

"You always so easily dodge the honest, long spun answers."

She taps her lips with her fingers before giving him a light kiss, covering his mouth with paint. "I'm going to cover you in leaves. Whenever I think I find the trunk, it's just another branch of stories."

[davin]

Davin feels a surge of affection for Gabe, leaning in to nuzzle against his warm, solid chest for a moment. He stays there for a moment and kisses the point of Gabe's chin as he tangles their fingers finger.

"C'mon, ya big sweetheart. I'm not far." He pulls Gabe along and then lifts Gabe's arm to wriggle his way underneath it, pressed close as they walk. "Tell me how you've been."

[davin]

"Then I guess we're all set." Davin chuckles as climbs the stairs, happy to be inside where it's warmer. He pulls off his sweat-damp shirt as soon as the door is shut and starts trying to scrub the paint from his skin with it.

[davin]

"Aw, now you're just bein' cruel." He laughs to let her know he's kidding and finishes off his beer, bending over to set the bottle under the speaker where no one will trip over it. He holds out a hand and grins at her. "Dance with me?"

[davin]

"You be sure an' do that." He lifts an arm to accommodate her as she turns and fits back against her body. Her ass is pressed back into the cradle of his hips and he puts a hand on her delicate waist as they dance. Her soft hair brushes his skin and he lets out a pleased sigh at just being here, having fun with another person.

"You're not bad at this," Davin tells her, lips close to her ear. He's not into girls, at least not sexually, but even he's not immune to the way she's moving her hips against him. "You're puttin' everyone else t'shame."

[bachjones]

"Wait, what are you doing?" Bach follows him, having his first good look at the material he only felt before.

"You think I'm going to worry about paint anywhere?"

[astra_inclinant]

If Mira were concerned with what others might think before, the thought has faded in the face of the other girl's body pressed against hers, the arch of her hips as they both move; she lets her hand drop a little to rest against the small of the girl's back.

They could both be anybody, have any history right now, and she likes that, a little bit. Not thinking too hard about things.

"Well, the night's young," she replies, chewing on her lip over a smile and meeting her eyes.

[under_the_radar]

Daniel raised his eyebrows and smirked. He hadn't intended to get painted tonight but exceptions can always be made.

He stripped off his shirt and turned in a circle for her. "I'm a blank canvas. Where do you want me?"

[abster]

"Well, if I did your back then how would you admire my handiwork? I could be a genuine Picasso," She asked, her lips pressing together as he turned around for her. Rolling her eyes she dipped her finger into the paint before spreading it down her palm and smacked his chest with a loud slap. "You know I could just paint a giant dick on your chest then where would you be?"

[weatherornot]

"Well I hope your brain catches up to your body soon," she said, trailing her hands down his chest for emphasis. Lack of brains wasn't so bad as long as he wasn't an asshole.

"Well, that depends on how fun you consider fucking."

[weatherornot]

"We are pretty awesome right now, aren't we?" Genevieve said with a laugh. Something told her this wasn't the guy's first rave, which was nice. He was ridiculously cute in the sort of way where he was handsome too and obviously knew how to have a good time. She was surprised she hadn't met him before.

"So are you new in town or have I just had the misfortune of missing seeing you around?"

[weatherornot]

"Mmmmm, who knows where it will lead," she murmured, leaning in to speak in the girl's ear so she could be heard above the pounding bass, lips skimming along her neck and ear. The touch against her back felt nice, sending little shocks of pleasure throughout her.

[astra_inclinant]

Mira shivers just a little at the girl's lips against her ear, tipping her head toward her a little, nominally in the interest of hearing her better. Though, truth be told, if the brush of lips to throat had lingered, more intentional, well, Mira couldn't complain, and she lets her mind wander that path for a moment.

She leans up to answer, pressing close in an impulsive moment and spreading her hand wide against her dance partner's back. "I don't know," Mira says with a smile, "I think we make our own destiny."

[sirenstoryteller]

"So they like to think." He felt one of his friends swat at the back of his head but it only made him laugh.

Alex kept up with him as moved to the dance floor, ignoring the cat calls of his friends and gently using his hands to guide Wren so he didn't back into anyone. "Yes, sir." He was a little slower picking up the beat, still sober enough to let his shyness get the better of him at first.

[fairywren]

Wren smirks a little at the catcalls of Alex's friends; he's never minded particularly being the center of attention. He's bound to get it, negative or positive, one way or the other and he'd rather it be for something he enjoys. As much as, before Alex got here, he was a little disconcerted by his own hope that he showed up, right now his attention is claimed and he doesn't particularly care if they're being watched.

He raises an eyebrow at the 'yes sir', smiling. "Hmm, I could get used to that," he says with an arched eyebrow, never too far from honesty even when he's sober and certainly not now. More often than not, in his past, Wren's been the one in the position to say such things, but it's a rule with the exceptions to prove it. He runs his hands down over Alex's sides to rest at his hips and tug him closer, leaning in to be heard as they both move. "Your first order is to relax," he says affectionately, mouth close to his ear. "You're allowed, I promise." He bites playfully at his neck and pulls back to dance.

[bachjones]

That was fucking obvious.

Bach appreciated it. "I guess you say that to all the boys and girls." He pressed against her hands. "Honestly, I'm in shock and I might do something reckless to snap out of it. Are you the slapping kind?"

[under_the_radar]

The paint was cold and Daniel yelped before he could stop himself. "Jesus, woman, warn a guy!" He laughed. After a couple of breaths he straightened and grinned. "I'm an artist. I'd just turn it into something else."

[abster]

"Where would the fun be in that if I warned you?" She asked, a smirk on her lips as she left the handprint on one side of his chest. Just above his heart. Tracing her fingertip across to the other side, she drew spiral swirls around his nipple. "Yeah, what would you turn a giant dick into?"

[under_the_radar]

Daniel tried to stand still under the careful attention of her finger painting. It tickled but he wouldn't let her see that. "Some kind of dinosaur. I've been dealing with dicks my whole life." Nice. Well put, Daniel. He mentally facepalmed and tried again. "I've had to repair art disasters for a very long time. I restore in my spare time."

Re: (i should probably tw for mention of drugs here, to be on the safe side)

[astra_inclinant]

She laughs in surprise, licking over the spot he bit and letting out the smoke in a long exhale. "I think it's a good way to finish things off," she smiles.

"Hey," she says, glancing up, "make a wish." She points. From where they're sitting in the secluded alley, the stars are bright overhead, twinkling in the damp of the cool air, and she's sure she just saw one move. Or maybe it was a satellite, or a plane, but even so. She leans to put her chin on his shoulder, avoiding the paint and watching the sky. "Isn't it weird to think how old the light we're seeing is? If there's something seeing us - the light this little yellow sun is giving off right at this moment - it's thousands or millions of years in the future."

[abster]

"Well I kind of assumed what with you being a guy and all. Dealing with dicks." Abigail grinned as she traced a series of binary numbers on his body. 01011001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01100011 01110101 01110100 01100101 . "You restore art, that's cool. I restore things; clocks, computers, engines."

[under_the_radar]

"Oh really? Is that your day job when you're not painting innocent party goers with-..." he looked down the length of his body. "Binary? Is that binary?"

[abster]

"No, not at the moment. It was back home for a while; local electronics, all kinds of old things and that. What kind of paintings do you restore?" Abigail finished up the numbers just above his hip. Tucking her hair behind her war, she smiled at him. "Yeah, it's binary. You know it?"