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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[bonniemcg]

To say Bonnie was drunk was potentially a little of an understatement. She pulled it off well, not slurring but talking with a thicker Scottish accent and a little more thought was put into each word than normal.

It had been 3 weeks, nearly a month since she gave birth. And her body was slowly returning to how it was. To look at her now, it would just be thought she was a little pudgy in places, rather than post-pregnancy. Her stomach soft and a little rounder than it had been 10 months ago. Even still, her shirt was wide necked, one sleeve resting off her shoulder. The base of it rose above her navel whenever she lifted her arms up.

Technically Bonnie was underage here, only 20 years rather than the legal 21 years. But she’d charmed (metaphorically rather than literally) the bouncer into miscalculating somehow, or he’d let her in anyway. Entrance taken as proof of age at the bar meant the rest had been easy. And now she has what looks like a space constellation painted around the outer eye of both eyes. It’s amazing and she wishes she remembers the name of the guy who did it. But for now she grabs another JD and coke, dancing near to one of the large speakers.

[davin]

Davin has a bottle of Guinness in his hand, because there's far less chance of him spilling now that he has a fair amount of whiskey warming his belly, and he's dancing through the crowd with a grin on his face. His shirt is completely lost to him, and there are swirls on his chest and shoulders, leading down them and narrowing to the base of his spine. The moles on his cheeks and neck are still connected like constellations, thanks to Mira, and his lips are glowing pink to match all the kiss marks all over his skin. He spots a girl dancing with awesome designs on her face, so he undulates his way through the crowd to stop in front of her, hips still moving.

"I like yer face!" He shouts, trying to be heard over the speakers. He laughs and shakes his head, pointing to her temple. His Irish accent is thick and lazy, thanks to the alcohol. "Your paint, I mean!"

[bonniemcg]

Bonnie can’t help laughing at the statement, or more the fact he’s quick to talk about the paint. “And there I thought you were complimenting me,” she pouts a little but it’s clearly exaggerated and obviously staged when the smile creeps back, upturning the edges of her mouth. “Yeah, some guy did it he’s…” she turned in a circle to scan the floor, still swaying to the music, before shrugging her shoulders once to a heavy drum beat, “He was really hot.”

The songs merged from one to another, some people nearby cheering when they realise what was coming on next. Bonnie smirked, running her thumb over one of the kiss marks littering Davin, “Looks like you’ve been getting lucky though. It’s the Irish accent for sure.” And with that, she reached over, plucking a bottle of bright blue drink from a guy's hand.

[davin]

"Aye, but it is a gorgeous face." He winks and moves in to dance with her, listening as she speaks. He looks around like he'll be able to spot hot, face painting guy right off the bat. "Yeah, you think he'd do mine?"

He grins and laughs happily when she thumbs at the paint on her face, pleased by the easy way she touches him. Davin's like that, affection freely given, and it's always nice to find like-minded people. "Just the accent, huh? I've been told I'm adorable, I'll have ya know."

He gives her a mock pout and then cracks up when she steals the drink, reaching out to clink his beer against the glass and take a swig.

[bonniemcg]

She smiles, with a bow of the head in a silent thank you for propping up her slightly fragile ego a little longer. “I don’t see why he wouldn’t. He was enjoying it!” Bonnie yelled back, although he wasn’t in their immediate vicinity on the dance floor. “I’m sure he’ll show up again.”

“Nah, it’s just the accent,” she grinned, adding playfully, “It just tricks everyone into seeing what they wants. Like Irish-tinted glassed.” Although her wink at the end showed her lack of seriousness. He was kinda adorable really though.

“Cheers!” She announced as the drinks clinked together, swallowing several mouthfuls of the brightly coloured liquid.

[davin]

"Aw, now you're just bein' cruel." He laughs to let her know he's kidding and finishes off his beer, bending over to set the bottle under the speaker where no one will trip over it. He holds out a hand and grins at her. "Dance with me?"

[bonniemcg]

"Of course," Bonnie grins. Finishing her own drink and following Davin's example with her bottle placement. The guy whose drink she stole seemed to be completely over the situation, so at least that was something. Placing her hand in Davin's she let him lead.

[davin]

He smiles happily and takes her hand, leading her out onto the dance floor and twirling her once before pulling her in against him. They move gracefully together, and Davin rests a hand on her hip before placing her hand on his shoulder and moving them to the music.

"So, why haven't I seen you around before?"

[bonniemcg]

Bonnie tries not to giggle at she's twirled. It's so much fun to just dance, care free and not be worrying about life. And the fact her dance partner seems to be a good dancer, rather than some of the people she's danced with in the past in an added bonus.

"I'm relatively new. And I've not particularly been on a night out round here yet. But then I could ask why haven't I seen you around?"

[davin]

"Aye well, I've been a busy bee. They've been workin' me t'the bone, I'm afraid." A couple next to them is thrashing their limbs wildly more than they are dancing, so Davin lifts Bonnie off of her feet in a twirl to get away from them. He sets her down once they're away from the flailing and chuckles at her. "Welcome to Siren Cove, then. If you're in the market for a new friend, I hear I come highly recommended."

[bonniemcg]

She clings onto his shoulders as she is lifted into the air. Considering it's been a while since someone's picked her up, there is a moment of apprehension before her feet are safetly and firmly on the ground. Much to her relief. "Well, I'd have to see a friend CV and references first," she replies with a wink.

It's a freeing experience to just be able to bounce jokes off someone. Sure she has Jason, but there bond is more sibling like, and she hasn't seen a lot of him lately. "I tend to just let people make up their mind about me after a trial run of friendship."

[davin]

"Oh, I've got those. Just let m'know where I can fax them over t'ya." He laughs and wraps an arm around her waist as they dance. He likes this girl, and he'd like to get to know her away from a loud, overcrowded dance floor. "What d'ya say we give that trial run a shot, aye?"

[bachjones]

It's a joy to look at her, her softness inviting and damn, Bach was sure he'd have a guy for tonight, but suddenly he's changing his mind (although both will always be good as well).

He dances closer, glad he hadn't asked Daniel to paint FUCK ME on his chest. Somehow he feels like that wouldn't be her style.

[bonniemcg]

She thinks nothing of it when someone approaches, dancing easily with them. That’s how it had always been at home when they’d snuck off to Edinburgh for a night. Practically crushed against all the other nearby revellers. If you weren’t physically touching at least 3 other people, you were either at a rubbish club, or in the bathroom.

Instead she smiles, indicating she is more than happy for a dance companion.

[bachjones]

He winks and circles her in a goofy move before falling back on the offered rhythms again.

"Nathan", he says, pointing at himself.

[bonniemcg]

Why Bonnie is sure it’s a fake name he gave her – she can’t be 100%. Potentially it’s just paranoia but she just goes with it, defaulting to her own typical fake. “Hi Nathan,” she replies, “Flora.”

Considering she would have been called Flora if her Mum hadn’t hated the overall combination of Flora Fletcher as a name, it’s not fully a lie. Thankfully Bonnie Fletcher had won out, to later be converted to Bonnie McGuinness.

[bachjones]

"Flora. Ain't that a flower? I won't call you blossoming, then."

He takes her hand and kisses it. "Nice to meet you."

[bonniemcg]

"Something like that, it means flower in general. Although originally it comes from a Roman goddess." She replies with a slight smirk. She probably should have just said 'yes', but names were pretty fascinating and she had drunk enough to not particularly care.

"You too," she replied, grinning although successfully not laughing. Bonnie wasn't used to hand kissing, to say it never happened in Scotland was probably not an understatement. Draping her arms over his shoulders, she tilted her head, "I'm not fragile you know."

[bachjones]

"Is it too early to compare you with both the flower and the goddess?"

He put his arms around her waist. "Did I tell you somewhere that I think you are? Because you danced like the queen of the world right there, just now. And fragile people don't dance."

[bonniemcg]

Giving a slight shrug of her shoulders, she added, "I don't know, is it? You can compare me to anything you like."

Bonnie bowed her head slightly at that, her nose resting next to the base of his neck as she chuckled for a few seconds. "Let's just say Scottish men go about... dancing very differently."

[bachjones]

"Scottish? You're a long way from home then. Only here for the party?"

He hugged her closer. "Or for cuddling with strangers?"

[bonniemcg]

"Bit of a long way to come just for a party," Bonnie stated with a small grin, "As good as it may be."

"Just cuddling?" She whispered, running a hand across the base of his spine.

[bachjones]

That certainly surprised him.

"Does that mean that you're from around or just want to be from nowhere for tonight and you need me to stop asking questions?"

[bonniemcg]

"It means, Scotland is my home but I don't live there anymore." Bonnie had no plans to go into further details. It wasn't like Nathan was actually going to want to hear a long story about the fact she'd been a cliche teen pregnancy and that her daughter was off with new parents. Going to live a good life somewhere without her.

And it wasn't a story Bonnie wanted to tell anyway. This was supposed to be her evening to just forget what had happened, and relax. Maybe she did want him to stop asking question. But there really was no polite way to say that.

So she opted for a distraction instead. Her arm resting on his shoulder retracted slightly, and she moved her hand to gently cup the back of his head, tilting so she could lean up on her toes and press their lips together.

[bachjones]

She is softer than he expected. Warmer, sweeter, like a Sunday morning brunch near the beach. She surprised him with the kiss, expected more of innocent banter before possibly turning to this.

But Bach wouldn't be Bach if he'd be surprised by a kiss for very long. He put one hand on the low of her back, the other curling around her neck ever so gently, his thumb caressing the back of her ear through her hair.

Sweet wasn't his strong point, but he tried very hard to keep it carefree.