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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[anddowntothesea]

Spinning, she bump into him and, automatically, Gabe throws his arms around her to catch her. He's still got a kiss-mark on his cheekbone, fingerprints on his t-shirt. He laughs.

"Hey there," he says. "Having fun?"

[gemmadorsey]

She's left a streak of green on his shirt, and smiles proudly when she sees it. "This is the best," she says, throwing her arms up and swaying to the music once more. "Am I right or am I right?"

[alfiehaywood]

"I think I've been claimed as a canvas," Alfie replied apologetically. The multitude of variety in the hot pink finger paintings were proof that there had been a number artists. It was probably the blue hands prints on his neck that stood out most. He was just pleased Zoey hadn't decided to take the lipstick approach on him that she had with a number of people at the bar.

"If you see a petite girl, with a blonde pixie hair cut, lime green bikini top and an evil glint in her eye go past here - she owes me a drink and my shirt."

[davin]

He grins and tips his head back when Gabe's fingers tangle in his thick hair, eyelids heavy as he looks up at him. He slots his hips against Gabe's and rolls them in time to the music, tilting his head back further to expose the long line of his neck.

[anddowntothesea]

"You're definitely not wrong," he says, taking a swig of his beer. "I'm surprised I've manages to stay fully dressed this long, I'd I'm honest."

[anddowntothesea]

He bend his head, grazing his lips over Davin's throat as they dance, sucking at his pulse, smearing his throat with paint.

[davin]

"Aye, what a fantastic idea. Two cherries, then." He grins at the bartender and fishes out enough cash to cover the drinks and takes them, handing one over to Gemma. He clinks their glasses together and knocks back the whiskey with a happy shout. He lifts his head with the cherry held between his teeth, and then winks at her before biting it in half.

[gemmadorsey]

"You have too much penis to be my type, but I'll totally help you get your shirt off anyway," says Gemma. In fact, she starts doing it even before she offers. "I feel like it's probably criminal or something to keep all that hidden away. People will thank me. It's like a public service."

[davin]

Davin grins and wraps his arms around Gabe's shoulders, pressing their bodies together and watching the lights dance along the crowd, breath hitching as Gabe sucks at his skin. "Mm, glad you found me."

[fairywren]

Wren's been having a good time; he's been dancing, throwing himself into the music with his usual abandon. He's glad now that he decided to forgo a shirt under the waistcoat now and thinking about ditching that, too. He's got himself a few painty fingertip smudges on waist and hip from people dancing and a more intentional set of dots in glowy white under his eyes along his cheekbones.

Still, he feels a little old for this crowd, and he's caught himself scanning the crowd in hopes of seeing Alex a few times, leaning on the bar to drink and watch everyone dance. The fact that he's anxious about whether the storyteller will be here or not, and what he'll think, is out of character enough for him that he feels the need to blatantly defy it, and he's heading back onto the floor when he hears the call from the man nearby and looks up.

He's handsome, in a clean-cut way that might have once been a little awkward but isn't now, and also doesn't make Wren wonder if he's old enough to drink, which is nice, frankly.

"Absolutely," he says with the curve of a smile and turns his hand over, outstretched in invitation. "Isn't that what you do, here?"

[gemmadorsey]

Gemma gives it a swirl and then knocks hers back too, wiping her lips with the back of her hand (leaving a smear of paint there, of course) and smiling as he toys with his cherry.

"But can you tie the stem in a knot with your tongue?" she asks him. "Oh, who am I kidding. You can probably tie it in a bow."

[astra_inclinant]

Mira grins, blushing just a little at the impromptu kiss and glad she's in the dark. "You're pretty adorable normally," she says, relaxed enough to be honest, "but hey, even better if you can get free stuff out of it."

"You don't have any blue," she says, looking her over as they dance, and impulsively reaches her free hand, still painty, to draw a line from her neck into a fibonacci spiral over her collarbone.

[alfiehaywood]

For a brief second with the hand on his arm but before Genevieve speaks, Alfie assumes it is Zoey coming back with the earlier promised drinks. Thankfully she speaks before he can say something along the lines of ‘took you long enough’, which. Well, it would seem weird to just come up with that line out of context.

He’s still pretty stunned to have been picked out of the rest of the crowd however. “Sure!” He yells over the music, thinking that more shots wouldn’t go amiss as the buzz from his earlier drinks is starting to wear off.

[astra_inclinant]

"Shots," she says decisively, and pulls out her paint while he waits on the bartender. "Surprise me. I feel like not worrying about things tonight. Annd - stay still."

She tilts her head thoughtfully, catching her lip in her teeth and creates a constellation in glowing blue paint connecting the freckles along the side of his jaw and neck. "There."

[under_the_radar]

"Well I can replace the drink but not the shirt." Daniel said with a laugh, looking over the man in front of him. He was practically covered. "And I'd say you don't need my paints at all." Daniel held out his hand. "Daniel." He said.

[under_the_radar]

"You'll do." Daniel said with a huffed laugh. Clearly the man was used to flirting and being flirted with, not that Daniel minded. He liked a good flirt as much as the next man. "I'll need a little space to work though. Long brushes." He said, twirling one deftly between his fingers."

[under_the_radar]

"She's bored of me." Daniel said and it wasn't entirely untrue. He'd just made sure she was bored. They'd changed the arrangement slightly and everyone was happy. Money talked loudly after all.

He rolled his eyes at Nathans comment and set to work drawing some abstract swirls and shapes on the mans arms, interesting patterns that would move well under the strobes. "I think if you're between thighs, smearing is inevitable."

[bonniemcg]

To say Bonnie was drunk was potentially a little of an understatement. She pulled it off well, not slurring but talking with a thicker Scottish accent and a little more thought was put into each word than normal.

It had been 3 weeks, nearly a month since she gave birth. And her body was slowly returning to how it was. To look at her now, it would just be thought she was a little pudgy in places, rather than post-pregnancy. Her stomach soft and a little rounder than it had been 10 months ago. Even still, her shirt was wide necked, one sleeve resting off her shoulder. The base of it rose above her navel whenever she lifted her arms up.

Technically Bonnie was underage here, only 20 years rather than the legal 21 years. But she’d charmed (metaphorically rather than literally) the bouncer into miscalculating somehow, or he’d let her in anyway. Entrance taken as proof of age at the bar meant the rest had been easy. And now she has what looks like a space constellation painted around the outer eye of both eyes. It’s amazing and she wishes she remembers the name of the guy who did it. But for now she grabs another JD and coke, dancing near to one of the large speakers.

[bonniemcg]

When Bonnie sees someone who seems to be as into the whole event as she is, and equally solo, she can't help but join in. Dancing toward to other, she gave a small wave. The alcohol in her system smoothing over any doubt at speaking to anyone and everyone at the party. "I'm Bonnie!" She yelled over the music with a wide grin.

[ethanbialecki]

Ethan feels a little lost without his sister or her friend. Or moreso in that he is used to being at parties with large crowds of friends or Esther so he's never found himself stuck alone. So it's quite calming to see someone who looks equally ucnertain of the surroundings. He's had a few drinks, but not enough to have lost sense of who he is. With a moment of awkwardness and perhaps a little bravery he gives a small wave toward the other on the dancefloor.

[bachjones]

"Wait, what? What does that mean, don't you want the gallery anymore? The gallery was good right? Do you want me to find different space?"

He looked back. "Okay, maybe I just don't want paint in my eyes, dude."

[bachjones]

"Is that like a witch question? Because I can't answer that, I'm not magic stuff and interested in it."

He shrugs. "Why don't you try it?"

[under_the_radar]

"No no. We've come to another arrangement. Money solves all things eventually." Daniel said with a wave of his hand. "And you clearly have better things to think about tonight. Anyone in particular?"

[bachjones]

"Hey, Davin. I will be your puppeteer for tonight. Spinner of gold, singer of praises. I will make you die, be reborn or fade away if you'd want me to, or I can just turn your entire body in one big orgasm."

He hums Davin's song now, tastes the guy's accent and history, his needs and wants. "Or just make you feel really, really good."

[bachjones]

Bach cocks an eyebrow. "sounds like you're not against the idea."