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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[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."

[davin]

The comment sobers him a little and he swallows, nodding and feeling a bit stung. "Already thinking about the next one before I'm even out the door, huh?"

It comes out sounding light, like a joke, but now Davin is reminded again that the sex was all Nathan cared about. And it's not like Davin has feelings for the guy or anything, but still. He feels a little hollow as he finishes his breakfast and stands up to find the trash can. Once he's thrown his trash away and rinsed the syrup from his fingers he finds his discarded shirt. It's smeared with paint but it's not quite so visible in the light of day. He pulls it on and runs his fingers through his hair as he looks around for his shoes. "I should probably get out of your hair. I've gotta go into work in a bit."

[bachjones]

"No, dipsh-"

Bach kneels down in front of the guy, wonders what the hell he's offering Bach that made him go all scaly and gooey and soft during a bad music fueled one night stand.

"Dude, Davin, don't do this to yourself. If you can't handle being strangers who fuck with anyone, get some toys and fix it with your hand because ye-"

"Whatever." He sits down while Davin is scurrying around. "I think you raised a standard I can't top in this place, I best be leaving. Just not right behind you, before you think I'm a stalker."

[davin]

"What the- " Davin whirls on him, eyes wide and bright with anger. "Maybe if ya didn't treat people like they were toys then-"

He cuts himself off and sighs, scrubbing his hands over his face. "No, sorry. You're right. I'm just - I'm still figuring shit out, I guess."

Taking any sort of companionship where he can find it, more like. God, that's sad. He finds his shoes and leans against the wall to pull them on one and a time, looking up at Nathan dubiously. "Now that can't possibly be true."

[bachjones]

"Then what? I'd end up with a real family and a real person loving me? That's not for everyone."

He scratches his beard. "Don't sour this, not for me. I enjoyed myself a lot. And I don't know, maybe I don't feel like discovering it. Go home, Davin. I need to catch up sleeping."

[davin]

Davin really should just leave like he was told but instead he sighs and bites his lip, feeling like an asshole. He had fun too before his own bullshit crept into the mix and he fidgets a little before coming over to Nathan, reaching up to put a hand on his shoulder.

"I had fun, too. I'm sorry, I just - sorry." He cups Nathan's cheek briefly and leans in to give him a quick kiss on the lips. "I did have a good time, an' I wanna leave it good."

[bachjones]

Bach slaps his ass, shakes his head over this weird little creature in front of him. In another world, maybe.

"Man, you're special. I'll remember this if you'll remember that."

[davin]

Davin starts a little at the slap and rolls his eyes in fond exasperation, patting Nathan's cheek a few times before letting go. He's a strange guy, and maybe a little clueless, but he's fun. Davin did have a very good time, all things considered.

"It's a deal." He kisses him again and pulls back to pat his pockets and make sure that he has everything, heading for the door and looking over his shoulder at him as he reaches for the knob. "Thanks for breakfast. An' everythin' else."

[bachjones]

"Just remember to think of me with your next French Toast", Bach winks.

Part of him wants to find someone else, a lot of someone elses, but the majority of him wants to sleep and dream of something better. Which is a bit mean towards Davin, but the guy can't read his mind anyway. And it's not the first time Bach had a crisis afterwards great sex. "See you around."

[davin]

"Oh, I'm sure I'll never look at it the same way ever again." He winks and then gives him a softer smile and a dorky little wave. "See ya around, Nathan."

He bites his lip and then heads out into the cool morning air, shutting the door gently behind him.