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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[writtenby_caden]

Caden isn't exactly sure why he's here.

He knew he needed to get out and have some fun after spending so much time holed up in his home office working on his new book, and when someone invited him to this thing, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

But now he's here, and he suddenly feels so much older than his twenty-nine years. It's been awhile since he's let loose like this, and it's taking him a minute to try to remember how to do it. His life has been press tours and signings and meetings with lawyers and publicists and editors for so long, that it's hard to remember how to act young again.

He looks down at the glowing blue paint in his hand and opens it, dragging two streaks up each cheekbone like war paint, with matching double lines under his collar bones and leading into the low vee of his light pink shirt.

"Hey," he calls out to the first cute person who passes by, "wanna dance?"

[fairywren]

Wren's been having a good time; he's been dancing, throwing himself into the music with his usual abandon. He's glad now that he decided to forgo a shirt under the waistcoat now and thinking about ditching that, too. He's got himself a few painty fingertip smudges on waist and hip from people dancing and a more intentional set of dots in glowy white under his eyes along his cheekbones.

Still, he feels a little old for this crowd, and he's caught himself scanning the crowd in hopes of seeing Alex a few times, leaning on the bar to drink and watch everyone dance. The fact that he's anxious about whether the storyteller will be here or not, and what he'll think, is out of character enough for him that he feels the need to blatantly defy it, and he's heading back onto the floor when he hears the call from the man nearby and looks up.

He's handsome, in a clean-cut way that might have once been a little awkward but isn't now, and also doesn't make Wren wonder if he's old enough to drink, which is nice, frankly.

"Absolutely," he says with the curve of a smile and turns his hand over, outstretched in invitation. "Isn't that what you do, here?"

[writtenby_caden]

Caden takes the guy's hand with a smile, looking him over with a brief glide of his eyes before pulling him in. His new dance partner has a completely different look than Caden, and he wonders what sort of picture they make together.

"That would seem to be the goal," he says with an amused laugh as he begins to dance. He's not the greatest dancer, but he holds his own. "I'm Caden, by the way."