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.

Comments

[alfiehaywood]

Alfie blames his new neighbour Zoey for everything that is happening right now. He did plenty of nights out whilst at college, but those typically were spent with his mates. People he knew well and trusted. Drunk dancing was hilarious when you were in a group you felt at home with. This time however, no sooner were they in the place had Zoey pulled off her shirt, leaving herself in her skinny bikini top. She had then promptly threatened to paint his shirt if he didn’t remove it. So within 5 minutes she had confiscated his shirt and forced them over to the bar for shorts.

In all honesty the shots were a godsend, several tequilas, a Sambuca and vodka; he was then pulled over to the dance floor with the addition of two luminous blue hand prints on his neck and various pink finger paintings across his chest and back. Zoey’s confidence was something to be admired though, and her dancing was incredibly suggestive for a lesbian dancing with an asexual male. “Oooh! Jager!” She yelled in his ear, “Stay here, I’ll be back!”

And that was how Alfie found himself minus his shirt, stood alone in the middle of the dancing masses.