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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She shrugs at him. "The Kazmi hospitality had to rub off somewhere, right?" Mira takes the joint back from him, repressing a laugh as he eyes the couple.

"Really?" She blinks. Mira finds him attractive, but she's never really thought about it in reverse - for one thing because she knows he likes guys. And for another because there are lots of prettier people. "Dav, I'm flattered," she grins.

She lets out a long exhale as he asks her about Lara, glancing over at him. She's never able to talk about these things - but right now seems okay. "Yeah," she says after a second. "Watersong Lara? Yeah, she's gorgeous."

"You like your girls curvy," she teases, bumping him with her hip and passing the joint back.

"Yes, really. Jus' 'cause I'm gay doesn't mean I don't know what a beautiful girl looks like." He grins and takes the joint back, holding it between his long fingers as he inhales. He holds it for a second and tips his head back to release the smoke, nodding a bit as he does. "Yeah, she's amazin'. She's like, I dunno, old Hollywood or somethin."

He's high know, mind fuzzy and limbs heavy, and he stares at the couple making out like he's trying to solve a math problem. They're shameless and they obviously don't mind being watched, so Davin doesn't bother trying to look away. The guy has the girl's shirt up as he cups her breast, and Davin catches a glimpse of the soft curve of it before rolling his eyes and looking back at Mira. "Okay, seriously, boobs can't be that great."

He says it so easily, without an excess of silliness or flattery to his tone. Like of course , as though there isn't an entire world of girls he could have chosen for this hypothetical scenario. Mira ponders the way the world works for a second while she watches him smoke, all lines and angles, and leans against his shoulder affectionately.

She steals the joint back out of his hand while Davin works on his voyeur skills, but his question makes her cough and laugh. "They totally are," she assures him. "They're - nice! Soft and handsized. But I mean, - also, do you like guys because you find dicks really aesthetically awesome? I don't think I sat down and decided, you know?"

"Nah, I figured I was gay when I suddenly couldn't stop thinkin' about makin' out with my very male lab partner back in high school." He leans back against the brick and rubs his fingertips against it, enjoying the texture against his skin. "Kissin' is awesome, though. Like, I'll kiss anybody."

He looks at her dubiously as she talks about boobs and then lowers his gaze to her chest, fingers twitching upwards like he's considering, like he's just curious. For science. Then he realizes what he's thinking and snorts a laugh, shaking his head back and forth and stretching his hands up over his head, back arched. God, Mira's got the good shit.

"Kissing is the best," Mira agrees wholeheartedly. Kisses sound great right now. It's been a while since she was kissed.

She snorts at his slightly obvious look at her chest. "Kavanagh," she says,, "you know I'm all for scientific inquiry, but not outside a warehouse. I'm a classy lady, I'll have you know."

She grins, tossing her head a little, and leans her shoulders against the brick next to him, cold and rough against the skin bared by a low backed dress. After a minute she bends way back, tipping her face up to the starry sky until she can't see anything else and feeling the world spin with just Davin breathing next to her to hold her down.

"Oh," she says, abruptly, as if it's somehow related, and stands straight, "I'm supposed to paint you."

Davin grins and puts a finger under her chin, drawing her forward to give her a soft peck on the mouth. He pulls away and enjoys the cool air, laughing when Mira talks about painting him.

"Oh, so I can't grope you, but you can grope me. Is that how it is?" He smirks at her and then suddenly looks startled when a moan drifts over from across the alley. "Yeah, fuck this. C'mon."

He puts the joint between his lips and laughs around it as he grabs her hand, leading her deeper down the alley and around the back of the building. There's an old loading dock here and Davin lifts Mira up onto it easily before pulling himself up.

"Alright, that's better," he says as he pulls off his shirt and presents his back to her. "Have at it."

She smiles into the quick kiss, the ghost of pink paint left behind on her lips. He's warm in contrast with the air. Right now everything feels unpressured, just fun and like it makes sense.

"You asked, buddy -" she's cut off by the actual groping going on down the way and hides a laugh, grabbing his hand.

She feels vaguely like she should feel creeped out by them winding into a deserted alley behind a warehouse. But she's not. Mostly, she's fascinated.

She takes out her paint as Davin pulls off his shirt. "Any requests?" she asks lightly, dropping a long curve from the base of his neck and curling it into a slow spiral.

"Not particular - oh damn, that's awesome." He arches into the touch of the brush like an eager house cat and laughs a little. "Nah, I trust ya."

He lights the joint again, and it's burned down enough to warm his fingers when he takes a hit. He holds the smoke in as he passes it carefully over his shoulder so that Mira can finish it off.

Mira grins and raises an eyebrow at the way he arches against the paint. "Patience." She uses her fingers to drag arms slowly out of the spiral, like a galaxy or a hurricane, enjoying the feel of the paint slick between his skin and her fingertips.

She switches back to the brush to create a long blue zig zag down his back and start to play it out into fractals. Lightning. Arteries. Something like that.

She pauses in her focus to take the end of the joint from him with a "thanks," taking a long drag. On impulse, she puts her hand on the back of his neck and leans in over his shoulder to press her lips to his, shotgunning the end of it and trying not to laugh.

Davin is so lost in the feeling of the brush and her fingers on his skin that he's surprised when she's suddenly kissing him, but he goes with it easily. He leans into it and inhales the smoke, giving her a playful bite to her bottom lip before pulling away to blow the smoke into the air.

"Very cheeky," he says with a big grin and a wink.

She laughs in surprise, licking over the spot he bit and letting out the smoke in a long exhale. "I think it's a good way to finish things off," she smiles.

"Hey," she says, glancing up, "make a wish." She points. From where they're sitting in the secluded alley, the stars are bright overhead, twinkling in the damp of the cool air, and she's sure she just saw one move. Or maybe it was a satellite, or a plane, but even so. She leans to put her chin on his shoulder, avoiding the paint and watching the sky. "Isn't it weird to think how old the light we're seeing is? If there's something seeing us - the light this little yellow sun is giving off right at this moment - it's thousands or millions of years in the future."

"Aye," Davin says quietly, enjoying the warmth of her against his back. He's thinking of a wish but she keeps talking, and he cracks up fondly. He tips his head back to kiss the arch of her cheekbone, reaching up to pet her soft hair. "Nothin' worse than a smart stoner, let me tell ya."

But then he really starts to think about what she's saying and his eyes widen, pupils dilated in the dark. "Yeah, that's freaky. Way too deep for me right now."

She's quick to make hers, but she's a little too rambly and affectionate to be serious about it. "What'd you wish?"

Mira smiles at the kiss. Right now being close to people she cares about is the best. "Whatever," she says back, "you mean nothing better," and grins.

Davin's wide-eyed slide into over-contemplation is obvious, though, and she frowns, concerned with everyone having a good time. Mira likes - now and then - realizing how crazy the world is, thinking about time travel, feeling how impermanent everything is. But it is a little bit scary. (She probably wouldn't be so curious if it weren't.) She wraps her arms around his shoulders in a hug, skin on skin. "Let's bring it back to earth, then."

"I can't tell you, duh." He blinks a few times when Mira pulls him out of his thoughts, smiling warmly. He reaches back to grab her and pull her over his shoulder and into his lap, grinning down at her and running his fingers through her hair. "Wanna crash at my place tonight? We can go all sleepover and go bug Maddy for donuts and coffee in the morning."

She squeaks a little at unexpectedly being pulled over his shoulder and laughs at herself, relaxing when he pets her hair. Wow, that feels nice. She tips her head back a little.

"Do I get to paint your nails?" she teases. "Completely. I don't have anything to do tomorrow, we can do whatever."

"I'd totally let ya, but I don't have any nail polish kickin' around the apartment." He laughs and runs his fingers through her thick hair, scratching his nails lightly along her scalp. "But we can cuddle and do each other's hair. It'll be great."

They lay there in comfortable silence for awhile, but soon Davin gets too chilly and nudges Mira to sit up. He hops off of the loading dock and holds his hand out to help Mira down. "Let's blow this popsicle stand."

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