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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Daniel raised an eyebrow at the young Irishman who practically danced over to him.

"You sure you can stand still long enough?" He said, smiling.

Gabe is pretty sure he doesn't have friends he wants to fuck as badly as he wants to fuck Davin but it's not a point he's about to argue. He raises his glass.

"Good friends."

"Maybe later," says Gabe, leaning across the bar to order himself a beer. "If you're good to me."

Daniel brightened at the sight of his friend. "Nathan." He said, raising his glass. "Sure. Anything in particular? I could make you into a kitty?"

"Dude, it has been forever. Have you been visiting whatshername at the gallery to satisfy her needs?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, I'm planning on putting my face between a lot of thighs. Don't want to smear."

"If I'm good? Don't you like being my little cock slut?"

Bach squeezes his ass. "Come on, gorgeous."

"Asshole," mutters Gabe, but he doesn't pull away. Sometimes he thinks he likes Bach because it's as far away as he can get from Abbie.

"That my official job description now?"

"You want mine? Because I'm feeling lazy enough."

"Come on.." He rubs his lower back. "I'm sorry, bunny."

"Bunny?" That makes Gabe laugh. "I'm a pet now, huh? Be on a leash before I know it."

"Do you think," says Gemma, sliding to a stop in front of him, "that if I twirled fast enough, I could make one continuous green line wherever I went? That would be so cool."

"I so am," says Gemma, grinning and planting a kiss on his cheek to leave her own mark there. "Who knew? I checked out your infamous downstairs bakery the other day. It's pretty sweet. In, you know, all senses of the word."

She purses her lips and blows a kiss at the crowd and hopes it looks as awesome as it does in her head. She doesn't mean to, not in public like this, but she impulsively makes the glowing kiss appear to actually float away from her lips. Afterwards she figures in the middle of a rave it would be just about impossible to tell unless someone was watching her, so she doesn't sweat it.

Mira spins neatly in a swirl of white fabric into a hug, standing on tiptoes. "Well, I'm glad you lowered yourself to our level for tonight."

She smiles at the kiss, grinning as he pulls back and tipping her head dramatically to let him see. "Sounds like a plan," she laughs and lets herself be tugged toward more drinks. "So you look like you've been popular tonight," she says, eyebrow raised.

Mira's been dancing and drinking for a while, now, dress starting to cling to her a little with the collective body heat of the room; she's got a swirl of orange up the side of her neck and a less careful pink streak up her arm and on her nose from where she briefly got into a paint battle with someone.

The white glow of a smile makes her blink, distracted in her dancing. She recognizes Gemma, a fluorescent blur under the lights and smiles, reaching out to catch her at the waist with her fingertips.

"Hey!" she says, dancing herself closer. "Boardwalk buddy. You're all green." She grins.

Davin grins and knocks his shot back, setting his glass on the bar and pulling out his paint as he licks his lips. His shirt is stretched at the collar and smudged with various colors of paint, and he considers taking it off as he rubs some more paint onto his lips.

He slips the paint back into his pocket and leans in to kiss Gabe's cheekbone, hands resting on his shoulders as he leaving a perfect print of his mouth. His gaze flicks down to Gabe's mouth and he gives him a soft kiss, smearing a bit of pink paint between their mouths.

"Wanna dance with me?"

Davin laughs, eyes lighting up as the guy talks. This sure is making for an interesting evening. At the deer eyes comment, Davin makes his golden eyes big and wide, almost innocent looking as he squeezes the guy's hip.

"I'm Davin." He licks his lips and tilts his head, watching the guy's face. "Gonna spin me a story, aye? An' then what?"

"Oh, I can sure as hell try," he says with a laugh. He pulls his shirt over his head and shoves as much as he can of it into his back pocket, and considering how tight these jeans are, that isn't a lot. The glowing white material hangs down and brushes his thighs as he steps in closer to the guy.

"So, what d'ya say?" He turns around in a slow circle, spreading his long, toned arms out as his side. "Am I an inspirin' canvas?"

Gabe knocks back his own shot an then holds still while Davin kisses him, spit laced with whisky. He groans softly, leaning after him, chasing another kiss.

"Fuck yes."

"Don't need this now, do I?" Davin strips off his shirt because it's warm in here and he has a gorgeous guy looking at him like he's hungry, so he has no use for it. He tugs on Gabe's hem with a wink and then takes his hand, pulling him out onto the dance floor.

Davin's good at this, the whole dancing thing. It's all in the hips. He grabs Gabe's hips and pulls him close, glad that they're about the same height as they start to dance.

"Aye? She's a talent, that Maddy." He tilts his head into the kiss with a cheesy grin and then thinks he sees something out of the corner of his eye, but it must have been a trick of the light. Or all the whiskey.

"So it's a deal, yeah? We're on the buddy system tonight." He grabs the bar with both hands and uses his body strength to push himself up, leaning over the bar to grab the bartender's attention. "Shots, my good man!"

"Whiskey again?" The cute bartender asks, giving Davin an amused smirk as he grabs two shot glasses and sets them on the table.

"That work for you, m'dear?" He says to Gemma, letting his feet hit the floor again as he looks over at her.

Mira moves to rest her hand on the other girl's waist, coaxing her in just a little bit closer. Part of her is always just a little shy and anxious - particularly around girls she finds attractive - but she's the one who got grabbed here, and tonight she feels like being carefree, bold, not caring what anyone thinks. It's another universe in here.

"Having a good night?"

"Aye, gorgeous. I've been makin' some friends." He smirks at her and throws himself at the bar, trying to get the cute bartender's attention. "Shots, aye? What's your poison?"

"And you're not!" says Gemma. "We need to do something about that!" She leans in and leaves a green kiss on Mira's cheek. "That's better. I ran out of paint earlier but I got the guy at the door to give me more. I can be totally adorable when I need to."

"You know I'm up for anything," says Gemma, leaning up against the bar. Draping all over it, really, as much as the other people and the height of the bar will let her. "Whiskey is always good. Oh, and can I have a cherry, too? Pretty please?"

No resistence in him at all, he lets Davin lead him out onto the dance floor. Once they slide lose, he tousles his fingers into David's hair, pulling him closer still.

Alfie blames his new neighbour Zoey for everything that is happening right now. He did plenty of nights out whilst at college, but those typically were spent with his mates. People he knew well and trusted. Drunk dancing was hilarious when you were in a group you felt at home with. This time however, no sooner were they in the place had Zoey pulled off her shirt, leaving herself in her skinny bikini top. She had then promptly threatened to paint his shirt if he didn’t remove it. So within 5 minutes she had confiscated his shirt and forced them over to the bar for shorts.

In all honesty the shots were a godsend, several tequilas, a Sambuca and vodka; he was then pulled over to the dance floor with the addition of two luminous blue hand prints on his neck and various pink finger paintings across his chest and back. Zoey’s confidence was something to be admired though, and her dancing was incredibly suggestive for a lesbian dancing with an asexual male. “Oooh! Jager!” She yelled in his ear, “Stay here, I’ll be back!”

And that was how Alfie found himself minus his shirt, stood alone in the middle of the dancing masses.

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