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

[bachjones]

He looked around like he was sizing up the car. "Now. I'm okay with now. Just need to find my pants, you can keep my boxers as a souvenir."

[weatherornot]

Yeah, she didn't want his boxers but he didn't need to know she'd just kick them to the pavement when she came to pick up her car in the morning.

"That's good, just makes the access that much easier," she said, giving his cock a squeeze before rolling off and pulling her underwear and shorts back on. She stuffed her bra in her back pocket though and pulled her shirt on as she stepped out of the car.

[bachjones]

He groaned. "I wouldn't have liked that better with your tongue instead of your fingers."

It was kinda uncomfortable to put his jeans on right now, but Bach only planned on distracting the cab driver with her goods, not his. "You have a phone? Because I don't, and I don't think a lot of cabs visit here."

[weatherornot]

"You want my mouth? Well, we have to do something while we wait for a cab," she said, pulling her phone out if her pocket to hit the number for a cab company. A short conversation later and a cab was on the way.

"Should be here in a bit."

[bachjones]

He rubbed his chin. "Only if you promise not to bite."

[weatherornot]

"You have my word, I won't bite," she said, giving him a heavy-lidded gave before sliding onto her knees and unbuttoning his pants. She slid her hand along his cock, feeling it out before she leaned forward and licked along the length of it.

[bachjones]

"Oh, you're insane."

He saw car lights in the distance. "Not complaining, just want to make sure you're keeping it sexy and not lethal. I'm past my self killing needs."

[weatherornot]

"I'm the fun kind of crazy," she said, stroking the base of his cock while she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked just a bit, almost teasingly. A moment later she bobbed her head down, taking him about halfway before slowly pulling off.

[bachjones]

"Oh, f-" Bach was ready to apologize for anything if she'd carry on like that. Anything he could come up with, or at least - until now.

He grinned. Maybe he should come up with the more exciting stuff. "Cab's here."

The driver kept the motor running, eyes fixed on the back of Genevieve's head. If Bach could see how the guy looked, he was open to inviting him. Else he'd just have to watch and jack off later, Bach had standards.

[weatherornot]

"Does that mean I should stop?" she asked, pulling her mouth off for a bit as she continued to stroke him while looking up from where she was. "Or was that just encouragement to hurry up?"

[bachjones]

"You ask too tough questions."

The cab driver signed twice with his lights, but Bach just had a little problem making decisions right now. Genevieve definitely wouldn't mind picking up where she left while in the car, but he wasn't sure if the driver would appreciate that.

They needed the driver to get to a proper bed and possibly proper toys, but if he had to say no to a blow job for that ..

"Shit, I don't know." He put a hand up to the driver. "How much money do you have on you? To keep him waiting."