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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[fairywren]

Wren watches Alex: the lick of his lips and his effort to relax, the grip of his hands and his expression betraying his nervousness and the way he can almost feel him slowly relax.

He smirks at the response. "That's better," he teases back. Wren moves with him, slow, intent, keeps his eyes on his as if there's nothing else to look at, curves one arm up around his shoulder to keep him close as they echo each other's movement.

He picks up some of the still wet paint from his face and traces it down playfully in a green glowing stripe along his neck and collarbone with a thoughtful look. "Also that," he grins.

[astra_inclinant]

"Fuck." Mira groans softly, between the mark the other girl's sucking onto her throat, the press of her fingers, the suggestion of more places her mouth could be. It's all she can think of.

That, and other ways she could be occupying her own.

Mira turns her head to catch Genevieve in a kiss, ungentle and wanting; one hand tangling into her hair, the other sliding under her shirt to repeat its route more intently."I somehow...don't think that's going to be a problem," she says, quietly, flushed, when she pulls back, biting at her lips a little. "Though maybe not in a warehouse alley," she admits reluctantly, still close.

[bachjones]

"Just .." He covered her hand with his, his other reaching for her tits. "Get off for me. Come for me, hard."

Bach realized it had been too long that he had seriously fucked a girl, but the boobs part made everything better. And he could get breakfast somewhere else.

[weatherornot]

"Fuck? I'd love to," Genevieve said, moaning and pressing her chest into Mira's hands. They felt good, sending a rush of heat through her, getting her wet and aching with need. She wanted to know how the girl tasted, what it felt like to have Mira's mouth on her...

"I've got a car but I'm a bit too buzzed to drive I'm afraid," she said with a laugh.

[weatherornot]

"Yesss, so close!" she told him, grinding down faster, rubbing her clit more. She wanted to come, she needed to get off in the worst way and his hands and his encouragement were definitely helping.

"Fuck you make it so good, Jones."

[bachjones]

That name didn't fit the surroundings, and Bach laughed. One day he wasn't going to be thinking with his dick. He pulled her against him to feel the pressure build inside her, tried to shut up his thoughts.

His free hand played with her nipples, twisting them between hsi fingers. "D- shit, doing not so bad either."

[davin]

Davin is a little thrown by the quick transition between Nathan's enthusiasm to what seems to be him wanting it over with before his come is even cool on Davin's fingers. He's too close to orgasm to worry about it too much, so he sits up to grip Nathan's hips, burying himself inside of him with a few rough thrusts. He comes with a bitten off groan and goes to collapse on top of him, but catches himself and grips the base of his cock instead, holding the condom in place as he carefully pulls out.

He flops over onto his back next to Nathan, breathing hard and staring up at the ceiling as he raises one arm to rest it on the pillow above his head.

[bachjones]

"Finally I can breathe again", Bach chuckles. "You fucking wrecked me."

He yawns and stretches. "You're good though, Davin. Really good, do something with that." He feels his scales fade away and is kind of relieved, kind of disappointed. It's easier being normal.

[davin]

"Uh, thanks." He laughs a little and then sits up, facing away from Nathan and pulling off the condom to carefully tie it in a knot before tossing it into the trash can. He shivers as the sweat on his body cools, and he isn't sure what to do now. Nathan doesn't really seem like the cuddling type.

He falls back onto the bed and burrows into the warm sheets. He'll figure it our later. He's too come-dumb to do much of anything right now.

[bachjones]

"Mmm."

Bach traces all the bruises and bites and shifts inside his body, savoring the warmth and lack of real thoughts. This is why sex exists, to be nothing more than a body.

He laughs when he sees Davin dig into the sheets. "Cold? You're cold now? I thought I was the personal heating. People are never cold around me."

[weatherornot]

"Want you to come too, oh fuck I hope you're close, I- Yes!"

It was too much in the best way, how she rode his cock and her fingers played with her clit, all of that on top of the guy playing with her nipples pushed her over the edge. She clenched tight around him, body shuddering in pleasure as she felt the orgasm rip through her.

[bachjones]

"Fucki-"

Bach was surprised she didn't bash his head in or did some other wild, out of control move, that would hurt him in any way.

He let go as well, embracing her for a few last thrusts before falling back. "O-kay. Sorry." He let her go. "Jesus."

[astra_inclinant]

Mira laughs softly; she'd probably have made the same joke.

"Just a car could work..." she says, thoughtfully, pressing a kiss to Genevieve's collarbone and working her way down. She's probably too tipsy to be driving anywhere too, or maybe just dizzy from desire. Right now, she really doesn't want to stop to move, and it's starting to matter less to her. She likes that Genevieve's loud: she kind of wants to find out just how much.

It occurs to her that it's ironic that they're both not about to drink and drive, even a little, but sleeping with some girl she just met -could be a siren, could be a fucking serial killer, anything-is totally happening. She doesn't actually care, just now. But it's probably a little stupid.

She presses a tease of a kiss to Genevieve' s breast, over her shirt, and says, breathless, "Okay. Okay. Your choice, stop and move, or don't stop and maybe get caught?" She bites her lip, raises an eyebrow.

[abster]

Abigail raised an eyebrow when he went to kiss her cheek, turning her head at the last moment so his lips met hers instead. Brushing a kiss against his lips, she pulled back before touching her mouth to see if he'd actually managed to transfer the uv paint.

"Not a bad attempt," Abigail replied dryly. "Want to try again Thornton?"

[under_the_radar]

"Yes, ma'am." Daniel grinned and stepped close, cupping the back of her head gently and kissing her full on the mouth leaving a perfect print of his lips over hers.

[abster]

"What am I fifty?" Abigail muttered as he grinned at her. Tugging a finger through his belt loop, she pulled him in for a proper kiss. She smiled against his lips, the bright uv lipstick leaving a print against hers. "Ma'am. That is a really weird kink you have there Thornton, calling girls ma'am."

[under_the_radar]

Daniel smiled at her. "Being respectful is a kink? That's new." He said, pressing another kiss to her other cheek so that she had a matching set and then leaned back to grin mischievously. "I was raised to be a proper gentleman."

[weatherornot]

"Fuck that was good," she said, panting as she tried to catch her breath. She felt a bit dizzy from it all, but in the best possible way. There was something about getting that first rushed, aching-to-have-it orgasm out of the way.

[weatherornot]

Okay, this girl was seriously bad news, pushing all of Genevieve's buttons, almost like Mira was daring her, or maybe both of them, to see how far they'd go. Well, Genevieve had never really been one to set limits for herself...

Kissing Mira again she pushed her up against a wall, hands sliding down between the other girl's legs and slowly traveling up, pushing up her dress.

"It'd be a shame to waste this easy access you've got here," she said, kissing her way to Mira's ear.

[bachjones]

"Yeah, got that out of your system?"

He liked how warm and heavy she was on top of him, and he relaxed a little. "Because if you like - next round - could act like I'm not your favorite dildo, miss usually-I-only-do-girls, that would be even better. And I'm not talking about cutesy nicknames."

[weatherornot]

Now that she had gotten that out of her system she was noticing more and more of what an ass this guy was. Still, she had her pride.

"I promise next time I won't," she said, turning her head to give him a quick, filthy kiss. "Mmmm, you were so good you can have whatever you want next time."

[bachjones]

There was nothing wrong with that promise. Bach braided a few locks of her hair together before pushing her up.

"Turn around, want to feel your tits."

[davin]

"The Big Easy, huh? I've never been." He grins and pulls her hair away from her neck, smoothing it neatly down her back. The song changes into something faster with a thumping bass line, and he just rolls their hips together to match the new beat.

He leans in close to speak in her ear, and his bottom lip catches on the soft sweat-damp skin underneath to smear more paint there. "I'm Davin, by the way."

[weatherornot]

"Oh gladly," she said, lifting off of him before shifting around to face him, hands running up along his chest. It was a nice chest and maybe if she focused on that she wouldn't be too distracted by what he said or the lack of tits. Also, the cock was really nice too.

"Play with them all you want."

[weatherornot]

"I'd invite you for a trip but I can't exactly go back at the moment," she said, loving all the little touches of his, the way his hands were on her and his mouth as well. Genevieve needed to find out where this guy hung out and meet his friends.

"Nice to meet you, Davin, I'm Genevieve," she said, spinning around to face him as they danced. Her hands twined around his neck, nails raking along his neck and up into his hair.