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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[astra_inclinant]

If Mira were concerned with what others might think before, the thought has faded in the face of the other girl's body pressed against hers, the arch of her hips as they both move; she lets her hand drop a little to rest against the small of the girl's back.

They could both be anybody, have any history right now, and she likes that, a little bit. Not thinking too hard about things.

"Well, the night's young," she replies, chewing on her lip over a smile and meeting her eyes.

[weatherornot]

"Mmmmm, who knows where it will lead," she murmured, leaning in to speak in the girl's ear so she could be heard above the pounding bass, lips skimming along her neck and ear. The touch against her back felt nice, sending little shocks of pleasure throughout her.

[astra_inclinant]

Mira shivers just a little at the girl's lips against her ear, tipping her head toward her a little, nominally in the interest of hearing her better. Though, truth be told, if the brush of lips to throat had lingered, more intentional, well, Mira couldn't complain, and she lets her mind wander that path for a moment.

She leans up to answer, pressing close in an impulsive moment and spreading her hand wide against her dance partner's back. "I don't know," Mira says with a smile, "I think we make our own destiny."

[weatherornot]

"I bet I could make you do a lot of things," Genevieve said, mouth brushing against the skin of the girl's neck. Her hand pushed up just a bit under her shirt, splayed flat against her skin there, just letting it rest, feeling the electric sensation of her skin coming in contact with someone else's. The other girl even smelled amazing, which was pretty impressive at a rave.

"All of them really good."

[astra_inclinant]

Mira blinks at that suggestion, and she can't help blushing a little, looking down and grinning a little. Part of her wants nothing more than to invite that and part of her is not exactly sure how she got here. People like her don't get invited to dance by strange pretty girls and seduced in the middle of a warehouse. This is so outside her normal comfort zone it's almost on another planet. But maybe in a good way.

She tips her head back up and says, "A lot of things, hmm?" She's still flushed behind her freckles, but she feels a little bold. "You're an aggressive gambler. Do I get to know your name first?"

[weatherornot]

"Genevieve," she said with a laugh, speaking loud enough to be heard over the music, making sure the girl could hear it was "John-Vee-Evh" and not "Jen-Uh-Veev". Although the girl was cute enough she wouldn't have minded too much if she got her name wrong.

"And I just like people to know where I stand, if you're just looking for a fun dance, I'm up for that too."

[astra_inclinant]

"Genevieve," she echoes, noting the pronunciation. After Latin and Greek at school and Farsi on the phone with her grandmother the vowels are almost easier. "That's beautiful." It suits its bearer: lovely in a way that doesn't make an effort to blend in. "I'm Mira."

Mira grins, self conscious at Genevieve's bluntness, but also reassured by it. "Oh, I could be very into other fun, too," she assures her. "More that I'm not used to being asked..." She chews on her lip for just a moment. "Do you want to get some air, maybe, stop screaming at each other?"

[weatherornot]

"Very nice to meet you, Mira," Genevieve said, giving her a broad smile. She was buzzed and feeling good and more affectionate than usual, which was saying something. While the dancing was a lot of fun a personal connection sounded great too, especially with someone like Mira.

"And if we go outside does that mean I can't press up against you anymore?"

[astra_inclinant]

"You know," Mira says with a raise of her eyebrow, "I'm pretty sure that's not what that means at all."

She smiles up at her, enjoying flirting only second to the contact itself. "Should you want to."

[weatherornot]

"You're really nice to touch," she reassured Mira before pulling away and slipping her hand into the other girl's before pulling her toward the door. If she wanted to get out into the open air to talk she was more than happy to do that.

"And I'm kinda buzzed, so I might not be great conversation."

[astra_inclinant]

"Yeah, you're pretty nice yourself," Mira says, lacing her fingers into Genevieve's and letting herself be tugged, laughing and catching up.

"I'm not exactly a hundred percent sober," she admits. The air is cool as they get outside, the breeze crisp on bare skin; next to her Genevieve seems warmer for it and she turns around in front of her, smiling. "Pretty sure we can find some things we agree on."

[weatherornot]

"Can we take a moment and find out if we agree on how good it feels to kiss you," Genevieve asked, pulling Mira closer for reasons that had nothing to do with warmth. She liked the way the cold air made her skin feel so sensitive and she wanted Amira's hands- among other things- all over her.

[astra_inclinant]

Mira chews on her lower lip, smiling, and says, "we can do that", already leaning up to kiss her.

She sort of intends the kiss to be brief, sweet but just - a start. But then she's kissing her, being kissed, pressing up into her hands and she can't think of a single reason to slow down. Mira slides a hand to her neck to tug her closer, her other hand spread against her side.

[weatherornot]

Genevieve didn't hesitate to kiss her deep and slow, humming as her fingers threaded through the hair of the other girl. The kiss was good, soft and building in passion in a way that made her squirm just a bit. Her own hands slid around Mira's waist, resting on the small of her back as she held her close.

[astra_inclinant]

Genevieve kisses a little like she dances: intent and skillfully and unhurried. Mira sighs, tilting her head into the kiss, her thumb tracing lazily at the skin where the girl's shirt pulls away from her shorts. Mira hasn't been kissed in a while, not seriously; she's not sure if there's a consensus on how good she is to kiss but being kissed , that's something she could get more of.

All of this is: the other girl's hands on her, that pleased hum that coils right through her - that she could definitely get more of.

She pulls back to catch her breath for just a moment, and shifts to press a kiss to her neck. "So, do we agree?" she teases, low against her skin.

There's a part of her that doesn't trust this, like if she doesn't do everything she's feeling right now it'll never happen again. But, mostly she's stopped secondguessing feeling good, for now.

[weatherornot]

"Yeah, we agree we need to kiss a lot more before deciding anything," Genevieve said, pulling her into another kiss and pressing her hips against Mira's. Despite the cool air she was starting to feel flushed and heated from the kiss, definitely in the mood for something more.

"I should let you know," she said, pulling back to kiss along the girl's neck. "I've been told my kisses are even better when our hands are exploring each other."

[astra_inclinant]

Mira grins into the kiss, tucking her hands into Genevieve's back pockets with a squeeze to urge her even more firmly against her, her own dress insubstantial and flimsy between the press of their bodies.

She bites her lip as the girl moves to her neck, a laugh turning into a sigh. "Should you..." This time the arch of her hips and the grip of her hand is more unconscious as Genevieve's mouth finds a sensitive spot.

"Anywhere in particular... you want to explore?" she asks, dragging her fingers upwards, slowly, lingering, actually exploring the planes and curves of her. She rakes over the curve of her breast with the back of her nails, palms back over.

God, there are some places she really hopes she does.

[weatherornot]

Genevieve let out an obscene moan as the girl's hands moved over her breasts, loving how it felt, even through the fabric of her shirt. She nibbled along Mira's throat, sucking just a bit while her own hands squeezed the girl's ass.

"I want my hands to explore every inch of you," Genevieve said. "But I have a problem. You see, once I see how good you are to touch, I'll want to see how you taste.."

[astra_inclinant]

"Fuck." Mira groans softly, between the mark the other girl's sucking onto her throat, the press of her fingers, the suggestion of more places her mouth could be. It's all she can think of.

That, and other ways she could be occupying her own.

Mira turns her head to catch Genevieve in a kiss, ungentle and wanting; one hand tangling into her hair, the other sliding under her shirt to repeat its route more intently."I somehow...don't think that's going to be a problem," she says, quietly, flushed, when she pulls back, biting at her lips a little. "Though maybe not in a warehouse alley," she admits reluctantly, still close.

[weatherornot]

"Fuck? I'd love to," Genevieve said, moaning and pressing her chest into Mira's hands. They felt good, sending a rush of heat through her, getting her wet and aching with need. She wanted to know how the girl tasted, what it felt like to have Mira's mouth on her...

"I've got a car but I'm a bit too buzzed to drive I'm afraid," she said with a laugh.

[astra_inclinant]

Mira laughs softly; she'd probably have made the same joke.

"Just a car could work..." she says, thoughtfully, pressing a kiss to Genevieve's collarbone and working her way down. She's probably too tipsy to be driving anywhere too, or maybe just dizzy from desire. Right now, she really doesn't want to stop to move, and it's starting to matter less to her. She likes that Genevieve's loud: she kind of wants to find out just how much.

It occurs to her that it's ironic that they're both not about to drink and drive, even a little, but sleeping with some girl she just met -could be a siren, could be a fucking serial killer, anything-is totally happening. She doesn't actually care, just now. But it's probably a little stupid.

She presses a tease of a kiss to Genevieve' s breast, over her shirt, and says, breathless, "Okay. Okay. Your choice, stop and move, or don't stop and maybe get caught?" She bites her lip, raises an eyebrow.

[weatherornot]

Okay, this girl was seriously bad news, pushing all of Genevieve's buttons, almost like Mira was daring her, or maybe both of them, to see how far they'd go. Well, Genevieve had never really been one to set limits for herself...

Kissing Mira again she pushed her up against a wall, hands sliding down between the other girl's legs and slowly traveling up, pushing up her dress.

"It'd be a shame to waste this easy access you've got here," she said, kissing her way to Mira's ear.

[astra_inclinant]

Mira can feel her heart double-time as she's pushed up against the wall, the cold of the brick rough against her back and the soft heat of Genevieve's body against hers; giving into the kiss. She groans, almost whimpers a little at the other girl's hands between her legs, biting her lip hard to keep quiet. She tilts her head back as Genevieve kisses her neck, catching her breath. There's something unbelievably sexy about it, the whole thing - the publicness, her dress pushed up, feeling so wanted, and she finds herself desperate to be touched, already wet and aching. It's been a while since she's done anything with anyone, much less something this intense, and Genevieve isn't pulling away at any turn. It feels amazing.

"I know I'd regret it," she manages to tease back, but it's half in an exhale, and she tangles her hand in Genevieve's hair to pull her back into a needy kiss, moaning against her lips and arching toward her fingers.

[weatherornot]

Genevieve let herself get lost in the kiss, feeling her body heat up even more. She loved the passion and exploration of it all, the newness of a partner she had never really had before. It left so much open to exploration and just seeing what got her off or made her laugh or both.

Her hand slid higher, pushing aside any clothing she came in contact with before Mira's folds and teasingly brushed up between them, waiting to see what sort of reaction she got.

[astra_inclinant]

Mira takes a sharp breath, blinking and biting her lip, smiling a little. Genevieve's fingers against her feel amazing and like not nearly enough and she's pretty sure the girl knows it. She rocks her hips up toward her, inviting, requesting.

"You feel really fucking good," she admits in a breath, and moves to kiss her neck, hooking one leg around her hip to get closer.