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

[gemmadorsey]

"We are totally the prettiest," says Gemma, wishing she still had some paint left. Maybe she could scam some more from the door so that she can go around leaving lip prints on everybody too. "And just about everyone is pretty here, so that totally means something. I think I need another drink. Do you think I need another drink? Or something?"

[writtenby_caden]

Caden isn't exactly sure why he's here.

He knew he needed to get out and have some fun after spending so much time holed up in his home office working on his new book, and when someone invited him to this thing, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

But now he's here, and he suddenly feels so much older than his twenty-nine years. It's been awhile since he's let loose like this, and it's taking him a minute to try to remember how to do it. His life has been press tours and signings and meetings with lawyers and publicists and editors for so long, that it's hard to remember how to act young again.

He looks down at the glowing blue paint in his hand and opens it, dragging two streaks up each cheekbone like war paint, with matching double lines under his collar bones and leading into the low vee of his light pink shirt.

"Hey," he calls out to the first cute person who passes by, "wanna dance?"

[davin]

"Ooh, how 'bout me?" Davin's drunk enough to be happy, friendly, and flirty with just about everyone, and he's lost complete control of his Irish accent. He sort of sounds like he's fresh from the isle, and people keep lighting up when he talks to them. It's put him in a very good mood.

Well, that and good ol' Irish whiskey.

"I've been admirin' your work," he says with a small, flirty smile. He has kiss marks glowing all over his face and neck, with pink paint smeared across his lips. It's obvious that he's been having a good time. "I'd love to wear some o' it meself."

[bachjones]

"There's something on your face."

Bach brushes his thumb over the guy's mouth. "I'm a virgin when it comes to parties like this. Thank you for helping me out. I immediately feel better."

[bachjones]

"Oh no, someone lied to me", Bach replied drily, allowing the hot gorgeous one to pull him closer. "That usually never happens in this town."

He leaned in closer to not have to yell. "Any other lessons you want to share?"

[davin]

Davin's hips still as the guy's suddenly touching his mouth, and he's struck a bit dumb as he meets his eyes. He resists the urge to pucker his lips, but only barely. He blinks a few times and then lets his expression go warm and flirty again.

"I'm here t'help." He takes his pink paint out of his pocket and gets a bit on his finger to dab on his lips, and then leans forward to kiss the guy's cheek, leaving a perfect print of his mouth in his wake. He pulls back with a lazy smile, mouth smudged and glowing, a bit swollen from the kissing he's done so far tonight. "Ah, there y'are. Now you're fittin' in nicely."

[bachjones]

"Oooh, I was missing color."

Bach takes a step back to have a better look at the guy. "I guess you come here often, or won't you appreciate such a comment for lack or originality?"

[davin]

"I don't actually think here has happened before, so no, I haven't. But you coulda come up with somethin' better than that, 'm sure."

He winks and licks his lips as he looks the guy over, dipping his finger into the paint and tracing a line under each of his collar bones. "Can't believe such a canvas has stayed blank so long."

Davin is a flirt on a good day, but the shots of whiskey he knocked back earlier are making it come easier. He drags the pad of his finger down the center of his chest before pulling back to screw the cap back onto his paint and looking up at the guy from under the thick fringe of his lashes, mouth curled into a lazy smirk.

[davin]

"A genuine pleasure, m'lady." He gives her a mock bow of his head and curls his long fingers around her slender waist, pulling her a bit closer and moving his hips in time with the music. She seems like she's ready to have a good time, and Davin is completely on board with that. He looks down at her with a smile as they dance together, brushing her hair from her cheek with his thumb. "Are ya havin' fun?"

[davin]

"Mm, I think we could both use another drink," Davin agrees. He pulls his paint out and gets some on his finger so he can rub it onto his lips, and then reaches out to dab some on Gemma's bottom lip so she can have glowing lips too.

He puts the paint away and grabs her hand, lacing their fingers together as they head for the bar. God, he's in a good mood. "We'll keep an eye on each other, aye? We can share a cab. I think you're in my neck o' the woods."

[bachjones]

Is it going to be like that.

Bach was looking for some lazy laid back, but maybe this little imp, lashes batting and lip licking, could surprise him.

"Maybe I look too imposing?" He steps in closer. "What do you think, could I be a threat to someone's.." Bach sends the word down the man's spine. "sanity?"

[anddowntothesea]

"All sounds pretty positive." He steps in, hand coming up to brush a thumb against a smudged lip print on Davin's cheek.

"Sure you don't already have your hands full?"

[davin]

"Oh, I don't know. You don't scare me any." The man steps in closer and Davin bites his lip, swaying in as well to help close the distance between them. "Are ya gonna try an' drive me crazy?"

[bachjones]

"I don't try." He presses his lips against the guy's ear, catching his song and humming a little to make him even softer for Bach.

"I do or don't. Any plans for tonight?"

[davin]

He grins at the soft touch of Gabe's hand on his cheek and leans into it, turning to press a soft kiss to the delicate skin of his wrist.

"Why Gabe, are ya jealous?" He winks and grabs the front of Gabe's shirt to pull him in as Davin walks backwards towards the bar. "Have a drink with me?"

[davin]

Davin shivers and ducks his head, smiling to himself and reaching up to put a hand on the guy's waist. His thumb brushes across the soft skin stretched over his hip bone and he looks up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Depends," Davin says quietly, smirking a little. "Are you gonna ask me my name before ya try an' suggest any?"

Davin doesn't mind having one night stands, at least until he finds someone that he wants more with. What he does mind is a complete lack of intimacy, and feeling like he's just a warm body. He's not expecting romance, or even anything past breakfast, but he'd like to know he matters as a person, if even for one night.

[anddowntothesea]

"Apparently ," said Gabe , appearing at Bach's elbow, still somehow wearing a shirt. "You're just going to have to suck it up."

[anddowntothesea]

Jealous isn't quite it but there's definitely a flare of something possessive when he sees Davin standing there.

"I'd love a drink."

[davin]

He nods and pulls Gabe in by his wrist, letting go to lean his elbows on the bar. He lets his hips sway back and forth a bit as he signals down the bartender. He orders two shots of whiskey and turns around, handing one to Gabe with a warm smile.

"This'll do ya, aye?"

[anddowntothesea]

He takes the glass, free hand grazing Davin's hip.

"What're we drinking to?"

[davin]

"Mm, I don't know." He leans into Gabe's hand on his hip easily, letting the rim of his shot glass rest against his lower lip. "Let's toast to this, right here. To havin' a good time with good friends."

[bachjones]

"Oh honey, you're always so sweet to me." He blew him a kiss before showing his middle finger. "Sit on it, Gabe."

[bachjones]

Shit, if this guy carries on like this, Bach's going to be hard before he even gets his tongue in.

"Don't you want me to spin you a story? Give you a name? I'm especially good with on the first subject."

"But if you want to give me something ..what's your real name, deer-eyes?"

[bachjones]

"Of course, the artist is here."

Bach turned his back at him and patted it. "Show me all of your talents, mister Thornton."

[bachjones]

"Hi."

It's fun to look at her, flitting around like she's hearing music of her own.

"Good looking."