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.

Comments

[under_the_radar]

"No I don't know it." He said, twisting to get a look at the string of numbers. "And it's old stuff mostly. Paintings that have been locked in attics for decades, in damp cellars, that kind of thing. It's only a few a year but it's a good supplement when no one wants to buy the shitty stuff I put out for general consumption." He said with a grin, turning so she can do his other side.

[weatherornot]

"I bet I could make you do a lot of things," Genevieve said, mouth brushing against the skin of the girl's neck. Her hand pushed up just a bit under her shirt, splayed flat against her skin there, just letting it rest, feeling the electric sensation of her skin coming in contact with someone else's. The other girl even smelled amazing, which was pretty impressive at a rave.

"All of them really good."

[weatherornot]

"Mostly the girls but sometimes to the boys... if it's the right one," she said, grinning at him as she felt him press against her hands. The more she felt of him the more she wanted to feel.

"And I'll only slap if you want me to."

[astra_inclinant]

Mira blinks at that suggestion, and she can't help blushing a little, looking down and grinning a little. Part of her wants nothing more than to invite that and part of her is not exactly sure how she got here. People like her don't get invited to dance by strange pretty girls and seduced in the middle of a warehouse. This is so outside her normal comfort zone it's almost on another planet. But maybe in a good way.

She tips her head back up and says, "A lot of things, hmm?" She's still flushed behind her freckles, but she feels a little bold. "You're an aggressive gambler. Do I get to know your name first?"

[davin]

Davin looks up and smiles, flinging his shirt across the back of the sofa and spreading his arms like he's offering himself up. He looks Nathan over again now that they're in the light, and he finds that he's no less hungry than he was before. "I was just tryin' t'be a courteous guest."

[bachjones]

He takes those open arms as an invitation, bending a little before throwing him over his shoulder. It's just a few steps to his "bed room", but Bach wants to get closer acquainted to that ass. or maybe he's just feeling silly.

"Don't bother."

[bachjones]

".. can I come back on that with you or are you in a hurry?"

He tipped his head back. "How do I call you for the night? Or is that something we won't do."

[abster]

"Shame, that is a stellar insult right there and you will never know how good it is. I think I really nailed the witty repartee with it," Abigail replied, a smile lingering on her lips as he tries to twist to see the string of numbers and how she'd curved the pattern around certain rather nice aspects of his body. She was angry with the world sure, didn't mean she was blind to it.

Dipping her finger into a different colour, she looked up as she listened to how he fixed old, abandoned, broken, probably unwanted things. Licking her lips, she raised an eyebrow as he presented her his back.

"I think it's pretty unfair to take up the whole canvas but if you insist. You'll be the one regretting it when you're standing in your underwear when some pretty girl asks to write her number on you." Abigail replied, tracing another set of binary numbers on his back. This time writing This is a picture of a giant dick. Told you you'd regret it- Abby. on it. "And also if your shitty stuff sells then you must be doing something right."

[davin]

Davin's breath hitches in surprise when Nathan picks him up, but he just laughs as he's slung over a shoulder and reaches down to lightly slap Nathan's ass, kicking off his shoes as he's carried across the room. "Don't be courteous, got it."

[bachjones]

"You better focus all your attention on my ass, alright."

He lets him down on the mattress, kicks off his shoes and dives on his pillow to find the necessary lube. If Davin wanted to play safe, Bach was sure he had some condoms somewhere as well. Somewhere.

[davin]

"Well, if you insist." Davin wriggles on the mattress and flicks open his jeans, pausing to raise an eyebrow when Nathan sits up with just lube in his hand. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a condom, handing it pointedly to Nathan. Someday, when he's in a relationship and they've both been tested, he'll forgo the rules. But until then, he's playing it safe. "Put it on me?"

He blinks somewhat owlishly up at Nathan and shimmies out of his jeans and underwear, blushing slightly as he spreads himself out naked on the bed.

[bachjones]

Oh.

"Ah." This is new. Usually there's a much larger all or nothing attitude to the subject.

Bach palms his crotch, takes the condom with his free hand and gets down on his knees. "Now relax, this might tickle."

[davin]

Nathan doesn't seem entirely thrilled with the condom, but it's a subject that Davin isn't going to budge on. He's about to open his mouth and say something, but then Nathan is touching him and all that comes out is a low moan.

"It'll be good, I promise," Davin tells him, reaching out to bury his fingers in Nathan's hair and watching as he sinks down onto his knees. "Fuck, you're hot."

[under_the_radar]

"I hope what I'm doing right is making rich people look like pretentious assholes." Daniel said, squirming as she hit a ticklish spot. "And I should know, I am one." He tried to hold still but he had to bite his tongue when she scratched gently down his side. "But that's boring. Unlike you, painter of strangers." He said, throwing a smile over his shoulder at her.

[bachjones]

"I know."

It takes Bach a second because shit when was the last time he used a condom, and shit again, maybe he's more than the stranger father he has than he wants to be. But in reward for the horrid taste of latex he gets Davin's sharp intake and warm, heavy dick on his tongue.

"Good", he mumbles. Really good.

[davin]

Davin hadn't meant that he had to wear the condom during oral, because he's safe but he's not always that safe, but then it's on and Nathan is sucking him down and oh god. Even through the latex his tongue is perfect, and Davin whimpers as his cock jerks in Nathan's mouth.

"God, that feels good." He lifts his head and cups Nathan's cheek, thumbing at the corner of his mouth to feel the stretch of it. "You look amazin'."

[bachjones]

Bach just winks at him, because if he thinks this is going to be all he's got another thing coming.

He searches for the lube until giving up and gesturing at Davin with two fingers, hoping to get the message across. Yes, he's impatient but no, no way he's not going to need lube.

[abster]

"Aren't all rich people pretentious assho-oh, pretend I didn't say that." Abby's voice began to trail off as he said he was a rich, pretentious asshole. Smiling a little abashed, she pressed her fingertips against the ticklish spot to at least distract him from what she had said. "Fixing broke things isn't boring, neither is art but it's not my usual preferred thing. And I cannot be painter of strangers if you are Paint Boy. Get me a new name please."

[under_the_radar]

Daniel laughed. "Don't worry. You're not going to offend me. I know how I-..." He yelped when she jabbed him in the ticklish spot and turned a fierce glare which was only slightly ruined by the smile on his face. "How about I give you my name and you give me yours?" he said, holding out his hand. "Daniel Thornton."

[abster]

Abby laughed, smiling wryly as he glared a little at her as she found his ticklish spots. Or one of them at least, she figured he had many more to be found. He looked the type.

"Sure, we can do that." Taking his hand, she made sure to get his palm nicely painted as she shook it. "I'm Abigail, Abigail Flynn."

[under_the_radar]

"Abigail. Nice to meet you." Daniel said, slowing down as he looked at his now paint covered hand. He narrowed his eyes and lifted his hand moving quickly and getting a hand on wrapped around her forearm before she could snatch it back, smearing paint all along it before letting her go. "Not even, exactly. But at least it's closer." He said, grinning at the handprint on her arm.

[abster]

"Wow, is that the way you want to play it Daniel Thornton?" Abigail asked, the name literally meaning nothing to her apart from the fact that he was a fairly interesting, cute addition to this crappy town.

Looking at the paint, she raised her eyebrow before reaching forward and leaving a line of it down his nose.

[under_the_radar]

Daniel scrunched his nose up as the paint dried and shrugged. Never one to back down from a challenge, he dipped two fingers into the nearest pot and dotted them in a line of one, two, three splodges on her cheek. He cocked his head and examined his work critically. "I like it."

[alfiehaywood]

Holding up his arm to display his forest scene tattoo, he called, “Trees work fantastically for me.” Anything to replace the dick painting – which really shouldn’t surprise him, but still. “Nope. My new neighbour guilt tripped me into accompanying. Although I was completely up for the alcohol too. How about you? Just felt like painting everyone?”

[weatherornot]

"Genevieve," she said with a laugh, emphasizing the French pronoun nation of her name. Names were good to know, made shouting things out later a lot more fun. "My name is Genevieve. What's yours?"