ethanbialecki | 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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"You be sure an' do that." He lifts an arm to accommodate her as she turns and fits back against her body. Her ass is pressed back into the cradle of his hips and he puts a hand on her delicate waist as they dance. Her soft hair brushes his skin and he lets out a pleased sigh at just being here, having fun with another person.

"You're not bad at this," Davin tells her, lips close to her ear. He's not into girls, at least not sexually, but even he's not immune to the way she's moving her hips against him. "You're puttin' everyone else t'shame."

"We are pretty awesome right now, aren't we?" Genevieve said with a laugh. Something told her this wasn't the guy's first rave, which was nice. He was ridiculously cute in the sort of way where he was handsome too and obviously knew how to have a good time. She was surprised she hadn't met him before.

"So are you new in town or have I just had the misfortune of missing seeing you around?"

"Ah, sadly the second option. I've lived here since I was a kid." He takes her hand and twirls her, laughing happily and pulling her back in so they're facing each other. "And where have you been hiding?"

The girl is fun and knows how to have a good time. Davin could always use more friends like her.

Genevieve laughed as he spun her around and pulled her back in close. This was exactly what she wanted tonight, someone that she could just have fun and enjoy herself with. It was the sort of thing she missed from home and hadn't really sought out here.

"I've been in New Orleans until recently, actually."

"The Big Easy, huh? I've never been." He grins and pulls her hair away from her neck, smoothing it neatly down her back. The song changes into something faster with a thumping bass line, and he just rolls their hips together to match the new beat.

He leans in close to speak in her ear, and his bottom lip catches on the soft sweat-damp skin underneath to smear more paint there. "I'm Davin, by the way."

"I'd invite you for a trip but I can't exactly go back at the moment," she said, loving all the little touches of his, the way his hands were on her and his mouth as well. Genevieve needed to find out where this guy hung out and meet his friends.

"Nice to meet you, Davin, I'm Genevieve," she said, spinning around to face him as they danced. Her hands twined around his neck, nails raking along his neck and up into his hair.

Davin groans in pleasure at the touch of her nails and lets his forehead fall to her bare shoulder, face pressed into her neck, and it's only then that he realizes that he could be sending the wrong message here. At things like this Davin just likes to dance with anyone fun and willing and doesn't give much thought beyond the next song.

But to some people, dancing in a club is just a form of foreplay, and he doesn't want to lead her on. There's also no way to just blurt out that, while she's stunningly gorgeous, he's just not into girls. Or maybe he's being full of himself, thinking someone like her could even be into him at all. Fuck, he should be way too drunk to be this awkward.

"I need a drink," he says into her ear, and then jerks his chin towards the bar. "You in?"

It was kind of an abrupt request but she was more than happy to take him up on it. He seemed really fun and she didn't mind getting away from the dance floor to talk for a bit. Plus, he was really cute.

"Sure, that sounds fine," he said, grinning at him with a broad smile.

So, he's dragging this super cool girl to the bar and trying to figure out a casual way to be tell her that he's gay and if she's looking to hook up she should stop wasting time on him, because she's totally hot and any dude would be lucky to have her. He's thinking all of this, and figuring out how to say it, but it all ends up moot.

Thanks to the fucking Adonis who is just leaving the bar, the one that makes Davin, buzzed and horny, stop in his tracks and drool a little. The guy smiles at him and Davin spins around slowly to watch him walk away, eyes on his ass. "Holy shit, did you see that guy?"

Well, that'll do it. Smooth like butter.

"Who?" she asked, having gotten a bit distracted by a statuesque woman at the end of the bar who made Genevieve just want to do awful, awful things to her that they would both really enjoy. She turned to look at the guy he mentioned though and had to admit he was pretty hot.

"Not bad. Gimme a minute and I can get his phone number for you?" Genevieve said, realizing that Davin probably wasn't suggesting drinks to get her alone and suggest a hook up. Still, he was cute and fun so why not help him out?

Davin tears his gaze away to see her staring at a pretty girl at the bar, and smiles to himself. Thirst recognizes thirst. And this worked out pretty well.

"Oh man, I've always wanted an awesome wingman," he says with a grin. He nods at the girl at the bar and lifts his eyebrows. "You look like you're makin' plans for evenin's end."

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