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]

Bach laughs out loud, his body shaking both because of his orgasm and the incredibly stupid act that was. "Your hands, dude. Remember you have hands."

He rolls half off the mattress, stretches and allows his eyes to close. "Give me ten minutes, and I will get you breakfast. Any special demands? I know you're the demanding type, so you can be honest about it."

[davin]

What Davin wants is closeness, maybe to be held, but he's not going to dare tell Nathan that. That's not what Nathan signed up for, and not even something Davin thought he wanted at first. He shrugs and slides his hand through the mess on his belly before burrowing under the blankets again.

"As long as there's bacon," he rasps out, not wanting to ask for too much. "And coffee."

[bachjones]

"Really? No special story about how it needs to be llama chewed beans and fancy milk?"

He rubs Davin's neck. "Joking, rabbit. If you want bacon and coffee, I'll get you bacon and coffee. Probably with some sandwich involved, because I don't want people to think I'm being super exotic with such a combination."

[davin]

"I was gonna say french toast but I didn't wanna b'greedy." He turns to give Nathan a lazy smile when he rubs his neck, happy for the contact. "Thanks, man. I'll b'outta your hair soon."

[bachjones]

"Dude, the entire night and you barely touched my hair. I'm disappointed, even."

He sits back to get rid of that stupid itchy condom, but uses his foot to prod Davin's ass. "Now was that so hard? Not anymore, I guess. Shit, where did I put my pants now."

[davin]

"Oh, did ya want me t'pull it?" He snakes his hand out from under the covers to slide his hand into Nathan's hair and use it to gently pull him down into a brief kiss. But then he's pulling away to rid himself of his much-hated condom and looking for his pants, so Davin flops down onto his back. "Can I take a shower while you're gone? I'd rather not walk home all sticky."

[bachjones]

"You need to wash the me of you before you return to the cute little house with the wife and children?"

Bach is such an ass, that wasn't necessary at all. He's pretty sure you can't find guys more seeminglessly guy than Davin and they had a pretty awesome night together.

He waves it away. "I'm a grumpy bastard. Of course you can, bathroom is on the other side of the hall. I think there's a towel in there as well."

His pants are near the door and while dressing, he already opens it. "Coffee, French toast, bacon, yeah?"

[davin]

"Mainly just didn't wanna walk through town lookin' like the money shot in a porno," he mumbles, a little stung by the comment. He's still got paint smeared on him in places, and his shirt is covered in it, so the walk home will be enough without looking like he got fucked all night. He briefly wonders why Nathan is even bothering to offer breakfast, but he just sits up and walks naked towards the bathroom instead of asking, waving one hand in the air. "Yeah, that's fine. Coffee's the priority."

He steps into the bathroom and doesn't look at himself in the mirror before climbing into the shower and tipping his head back under the hot spray.

[bachjones]

That comment was a really sucky thing to do considering what Davin did for him and to him the entire night.

Bach shakes it off, combs his curls back and leaves the apartment in just his pants and some old slippers some guy left one day. Maybe they're Gabe's, but even if they would be his, he'd not want them back because they were covered in Bach cooties.

It's still silent enough in the streets of town to make Bach wonder at what time he left his house and if any food place will be already open. He follows his nose to the nearest bakery and smiles through the window at two guys, working the benches with dough and flour scattered everywhere. It takes him a few minutes of sooth talking and some promises about sucking off the both of them if they add some breakfast for him, but after fifteen minutes he leaves the place with two coffees, four slices of French Toast, some bacon and a breakfast burrito.

"Davin?" Bach knocks his own door. "You're still here? Because this toast looks too good, man. I might steal it."

[davin]

Davin considered leaving, for just a moment, but if Nathan was out getting him breakfast it would be rude to just go, even if he is feeling a bit off. He's sitting on the bed in just his jeans from the night before when Nathan comes in, ruined shirt draped over one knee.

"Ya really got the french toast?" He laughs a little and gets up to help Nathan with the bags, giving him a shy smile and sitting cross-legged on the bed. "This looks awesome. Thanks, man."

[bachjones]

"Dude, I told you I was going to get French Toast, I promised you a reward for your fucking behavior, I'm getting you French Toast."

He hooks his foot behind the door to make it close softly. Not that he cares about waking any neighbors, just because. Because.

"And I kinda need to eat as well, you know. I don't live on fairy dust and orgasms." Bach points at the coffee table. "Only table I have and I don't think I have clean forks and stuff, so I hope you're okay with using your hands. Well I know you are, but with food."

[davin]

Davin laughs and gets up to sit at the table, nodding a bit and flipping open the box. Luckily the syrup is in a little cup, so he can just dunk and eat with his hands. "That's fine. Thanks, man."

He waits for Nathan to sit down before he starts eating, feeling suddenly ravenous.

[bachjones]

Bach pours his coffee in another cup, pours it back and repeats the gesture thrice before he finishes it all in one go. Then he stretches, yawns and sits down opposite to Davin.

"Go ahead, man. I'm not that fast in the morning."

[davin]

Davin watches him do the thing with his coffee while he chews, his own cup held in his free hand. "What's that about?"

He stretches out and knocks his foot against Nathan's, letting out a happy hum as he dips the french toast into the syrup and takes another bite.

[bachjones]

"I hate my coffee hot. Some guy taught me this. Cool it to air, it cools down quicker."

He takes a sip. "But iced coffee is shit as well, so I have to get there right in the middle of things. Toast's good?"

[davin]

"Huh, interesting." He takes a sip of his own coffee and it burns a little going down, but he likes the feeling of it in his belly. "It's good, thanks."

It gets a little awkward because, well, it's the morning after. It's usually always a little awkward. Davin licks syrup from the tip of his thumb. "I had fun last night. You sure know how t'show a boy a good time."

He would probably feel better if this felt like more than just a perfunctory refueling after vigorous activity. It's not that he has developed any sort of romantic feelings for Nathan, because he hasn't, but Davin knows when he walks home in the clothes he wore last night he'll feel empty again. The companionship he craved so badly will be over and done with, and he'll be alone.

[bachjones]

"It's a stupid little thing." He waves it off. "My mother always said that it's such a little boy thing to do, while I didn't start drinking coffee until like ..seventeen. Felt like it killed my hearing for a very long time, weirdly enough."

There's no need to share that. Bach blows him a kiss. "I know, but it never gets old to hear someone say that. Come by whenever you need some more, I can even add some bad lighting and worse music if that's what gets you in the mood."

"Except ..yeah. Whatever."

[davin]

"Ah, I was practically weaned on the stuff. No idea how I got so tall with all the coffee I drank." He laughs and makes a show of catching the kiss. "Kinda of ya t'offer. I'll keep it in mind."

And he will. Maybe if he ever just wants good hard sex he'll find Nathan and take what he needs. Somehow he doesn't think Nathan would mind being used, not for that purpose. Davin's expression clears a little and he tilts his head. "Except what?" \

[bachjones]

"Just don't tell your boyfriend. I don't like boyfriends." It almost feels like a lie, but really it's just an uncomfortable truth. Bach knows he'll never have the happiness with just one person, so he'll make do with the next best thing; a little bit of happiness with a lot of persons.

There's no need to think about that one time with that one kiss because there has been hundreds of those kisses and Lara Quinn ruined the fantasy by saying all that is just magic, not just Bach.

"Nothing, nothing. Not a morning person. You wouldn't catch me at night starting something and not finishing it."

[davin]

"What?" Davin wipes his sticky fingers on the napkin that came with his breakfast, frowning a little. "I don't have a boyfriend. If I did, I would have been with him last night."

Davin likes the idea of monogamy. If he ever does get a boyfriend, a good one at least, he wouldn't stray. Davin is loyal, nearly to a fault. If he committed himself to someone, he'd stick with it. Nathan obviously isn't that type of guy.

He doesn't know what else to say, so he takes another bite of his toast.

[bachjones]

"You look like a - I'm pretty sure you are the kind of guy that wants the man, the house and the one dog, two kids bull- nonsense."

He shrugs. "Not so much a party people as I am, not trying to offend you. That you don't have a boyfriend right now doesn't mean that you look to have one."

Bach tears a large bite of his burroto, hums with pleasure. "I don't even want to know what's in it, but it's so good."

[davin]

"I'm twenty-two. Not really ready t'go shoppin' for my bridal veil just yet." He shrugs and pops the rest of a piece of toast in his mouth, not speaking again until he's swallowed it. "I'm not offended. I'm just not the type t'fuck around if I'm with someone."


He sits back in his chair with his hands cradled around his coffee, smirking a little. "Ya almost look like you're enjoyin' that burrito more than ya enjoyed me"

[bachjones]

"You're twenty-two in the North. You'd be a daddy by now if you'd be in the deep south. Believe me, the young mama's I played for over there .. like they have nothing better to do than hitch up and fuck over."

Bach grins. "On an other thought, they don't, because their life is so shit that they can't handle it on their own and need someone else to carry the burden with. Don't be jealous of the burrito, man."

[davin]

The abrupt subject change makes Davin laugh and he nearly chokes on his coffee, but he manages to swallow without incident. "Nah, I hope you two will be very happy together."

[bachjones]

"It's the only relationships I can have you know", Bach chuckles. "In which it's eat or be eaten. Sex is so much more easier, Dav. Don't make more stains on that on couch, it will make me look bad for the next visitor."