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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[bachjones]

"What was wrong with my arrangement?"

He licked his lips and winked. "How you doin'?"

[ethanbialecki]

Somewhere in his mind he realises that the other guy isn’t actually asking for a drink – but considering Ethan no longer has his own drink and the poor guy has a no doubt sticky, whiskey shirt now. It only really seems fair to get him something if he wants. “Sure, what are you drinking?” He asks, loud enough to be heard over the music.

Someone at the bar seems to notice him turning more toward the bar and moves over, ready to take their drinks order.

[anddowntothesea]

Gabe finds himself blushing as she drags his shirt up. He lifts his arms to help. He's always found himself more self conscious around girls than he does around guys. It's just another thing that he blames Abbie for.

"Uh. Thanks?"

[anddowntothesea]

"Me too," he says, mouth still in the hollow of Davin's throat. "Didn't even know I was looking for you but here you are."

[anddowntothesea]

"You know me, man," says Gabe, eyebrow raised in return. "I'm made of poor fuckin' choices."

[alfiehaywood]

"Alfie," he replied, shaking the offered hand. "And I'm pretty certain someone painted a dick on my back, so that's a thing..." He could only hope it was small if that was the case. But at least most people in this place were pretty drunk and would only laugh a little.

[under_the_radar]

Daniel made a spinning motion with his finger and examined Alfie when he turned. There most certainly was a dick.

"Yep. That's a cock alright. And whoever drew that had a penchant for veins and extreme exaggeration." Daniel said with a raised eyebrow. "I can make it look...not like that if you want?"

[davin]

Davin feels his mouth go dry and he swallows, swaying in closer and letting his eyes slip shut as the guy talks. His cock is already twitching in his jeans, but he does his best not to be that easy.

"That's quite a promise," Davin says thickly, sliding his hand around to the small of the guy's back. "I definitely don't want to die, but the rest of it sounds like it might be fun."

He turns his head a bit so that their cheekbones brush together. "An' what about your name? Do I get the pleasure?"

[davin]

"Here I am," Davin agrees breathlessly, clinging to Gabe and sliding a hand down to grab his ass, rolling their hips together as he keeps his head tipped back. Gabe's mouth is fucking intoxicating with that mix of soft lips and rough stubble.

[davin]

"Aye, whiskey! As if there's any other choice." He grins and slides up next to the guy, waiting for him to give his own order before holding out his hand. "I'm Davin."

[davin]

He snorts a laugh and nearly chokes on the cherry, bringing the back of his hand up to cover his mouth as he gets himself under control. "Oh god. Well, I haven't had any complaints."

He laughs again and eyes the cherry stem thoughtfully. "Let's find out! I'll race ya."

The stem is bitter when he pulls it into his mouth, and he closes his eyes in concentration as he tries to work it into a knot with his tongue.

[davin]

The bartender sets down their drinks but he holds still, enjoying the feel of the brush dragging along his flushed skin. "What'd ya do t'me?"

He grins and pulls out his phone, and then drags her in to snap of a photo of them together. He turns the screen around and laughs fondly at the picture. It's dark, but their eyes and teeth are glowing, along with the kiss marks on their faces and the lines connecting his moles.

"Nice work," he says with a smile, reaching up to cup her cheek and brush his thumb fondly along her gorgeously freckled skin. "I'd do the same to you but I fear we'd be here all night."

He winks and then pulls her in to kiss her forehead as he pockets his phone, leaving another light set of lip prints before turning to grab his drink.

[davin]

Davin grins and pulls the guy over towards the bar, tugging a stool out and hopping onto it, displaying his broad back with its slightly tanned, freckled skin. "Aye, wouldn't want ya t'make a mess. I'm Davin, by the way."

He flags down the bartender and pulls out his own bottle of paint so he has a choice of colors. He's actually excited, because he's drunk and keyed up enough to know that the brush is going to feel amazing on his skin. And it's been wielded by a hot guy, so it's a win win. The bartender comes over and Davin pulls out his wallet, ordering himself a whiskey. "An' whatever the artist over here is havin', on me."

[writtenby_caden]

Caden takes the guy's hand with a smile, looking him over with a brief glide of his eyes before pulling him in. His new dance partner has a completely different look than Caden, and he wonders what sort of picture they make together.

"That would seem to be the goal," he says with an amused laugh as he begins to dance. He's not the greatest dancer, but he holds his own. "I'm Caden, by the way."

[astra_inclinant]

"Just making sense out of chaos," she says with a smile: that's what constellations are, stories told year from year by wondering stargazers to make the void and their place in it a little less random. Humans are all the same substances: in a way, it's not that different to look at Davin's freckles and find a line between them.

She wraps her arms around his waist to lean into the picture, grinning vaguely in the phone's direction. It's not bad - definitely instagram worthy.

"Yeah," she says, tipping her head up at the touch. "I'm more of a nebula with all this going on." She gestures at her face roundly with a smirk. She's learned to appreciate her freckles but she didn't, always. They're probably the most noticable thing about her, and kids aren't always kind.

She leans past him to grab hers and raises the shotglass toward him. "What are we drinking to?"

[gemmadorsey]

"Nah, it's a UV-paint-in-perpetual-motion thing," says Gemma, doing an experimental twirl to try it out, but just as unable to follow herself with her own eyes as every other time. "Did it work?"

[sirenstoryteller]

It isn't Alex who noticed the dark haired singer coming his way but one of the girls in his group. She giggled as she put her hands on Alex's shoulders and spun him around. He was tipsy enough to be disoriented by the action but it was all forgotten when he spotted Wren.

His smile didn't need UV paint to glow in the dark party. "Hi." His friends behind him were immediately forgotten and he was just sober enough to resist kissing him right there and then.

[astra_inclinant]

Mira looks around for a second, unsure if he's waving at her, but then waves back with a smile. The young man looks a little like she feels - pushing himself to be bold in the face of uncertainty - and she can appreciate that. She's pretty sure she's seen him around town, but that's true of most people in this town -- there's a general sense of familiarity to most people, even the ones she doesn't know, if they've been here for any time at all. There are fewer people in this town than attend Brown, it's pretty small.

She moves in his direction. "Hey," she says. "On your own here too?"

[davin]

Davin has a bottle of Guinness in his hand, because there's far less chance of him spilling now that he has a fair amount of whiskey warming his belly, and he's dancing through the crowd with a grin on his face. His shirt is completely lost to him, and there are swirls on his chest and shoulders, leading down them and narrowing to the base of his spine. The moles on his cheeks and neck are still connected like constellations, thanks to Mira, and his lips are glowing pink to match all the kiss marks all over his skin. He spots a girl dancing with awesome designs on her face, so he undulates his way through the crowd to stop in front of her, hips still moving.

"I like yer face!" He shouts, trying to be heard over the speakers. He laughs and shakes his head, pointing to her temple. His Irish accent is thick and lazy, thanks to the alcohol. "Your paint, I mean!"

[weatherornot]

"So, so much fun," she said with a laugh, draping her arms around his neck as they danced, happy to have found someone who was in to having fun. The chances of that at a rave were pretty good but it would have been lousy luck to have snagged one of the few really boring people here that wouldn't have been up for dancing.

"What about you? You seem to know how to dance."

[weatherornot]

"Yup. If you come dance with me, you're guaranteed to have fun," she said, giving him a wicked grin. She could care less about someone lying to him or whatever, she was here to party and just have a lot of fun. If this guy couldn't provide that then she'd move on. Hopefully though, he could.

[weatherornot]

"Mmmm, I was," Genevieve said, moving her body flush against the other girl's as she pulled Genevieve closer. If she was comfortable with a bit more contact then she was more than happy to give it to her. Hell, she was drunk enough that she wanted to give her way more than that already.

"Now I'm having a great night. How about you?"

[weatherornot]

The guy was cute and the fact that she may have just pulled him away from a girlfriend or a group of friends didn't even cross her mind. If Genevieve had, well, the girlfriend was more than welcome to join them. Hell, that might make it even more fun. In the meantime she'd just have to make due with the guy.

"Thanks," she said, pressing up against him to dance. "For a moment I was worried I'd have to dance by myself in this crowd."

[davin]

"Did you jus' call me face chaos? I'm too drunk t'know if I should be offended or not." He laughs to let her know that he's kidding and lifts his own shot glass, scrunching his nose as he thinks. "So many options, aye? Let's drink to gettin' trashed and making asses o' ourselves on the dance floor. To good friends."

He gives Mira a warm smile and clinks their glasses together before knocking his shot back, shouting happily at the burn before slamming his shot glass upside down on the bar.

[davin]

He laughs, loud and open, and puts both of his hands on her hips when she wraps her arms around his neck, one low just above the swell of her backside and the other between her shoulders.

"I jus' do what the music tells me. It's all in the hips." He rolls his hips to accentuate his point and grins down at her. He's always been a little graceful, interspersed with moments of true klutziness, but dancing's always come easily. "Ah, I almost forgot. None o' my dance partners are gettin' away without one o' these t'night."

His lips are still covered in pink paint and he leans down to press a kiss to the arch of her cheekbone. He pulls back to admire his work, giving her a satisfied nod and laughing. "There, that's better."