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

[bachjones]

"Guaranteed to have fun. You're aiming high, I like it."

He put his hands on her hips, swaying with the lower bass of the music. "I am high maintenance though. I want back what I share."

[weatherornot]

"Mmmmm, I don't mind giving back," Genevieve said, pressing her hips into his as her hands slid along his chest. It was a very nice chest as far as guy chests went and she liked how his body moved against hers. Nothing crazy, just fun movements in time with the beat.

[bachjones]

"Everyone is so friendly and open here."

He spun her around. "If only the world was this small, or is that too heavy for such a happy place?"

[weatherornot]

"Maybe a bit too heavy for me right now," she said with a laugh. It was a nice thought though, or at least she thought it might be. Hard to tell.

"I've got some other things on my mind at the moment."

[bachjones]

"I know, I'm sorry. I think my brain still needs to catch up adjusting to this place, while my body is already far ahead."

He smiled. "Fun things?"

[weatherornot]

"Well I hope your brain catches up to your body soon," she said, trailing her hands down his chest for emphasis. Lack of brains wasn't so bad as long as he wasn't an asshole.

"Well, that depends on how fun you consider fucking."

[bachjones]

That was fucking obvious.

Bach appreciated it. "I guess you say that to all the boys and girls." He pressed against her hands. "Honestly, I'm in shock and I might do something reckless to snap out of it. Are you the slapping kind?"

[weatherornot]

"Mostly the girls but sometimes to the boys... if it's the right one," she said, grinning at him as she felt him press against her hands. The more she felt of him the more she wanted to feel.

"And I'll only slap if you want me to."

[bachjones]

".. can I come back on that with you or are you in a hurry?"

He tipped his head back. "How do I call you for the night? Or is that something we won't do."

[weatherornot]

"Genevieve," she said with a laugh, emphasizing the French pronoun nation of her name. Names were good to know, made shouting things out later a lot more fun. "My name is Genevieve. What's yours?"

[bachjones]

"Jones", he grinned. "But you can go with 'No, don't stop' if you like the sound of that better."

[weatherornot]

"Well first you have to do something to make me shout that," Genevieve said, grinning wickedly as she slid one hand down to his crotch. If he was one of those guys that as just talk she could deal, but she'd just rather know sooner than later.

"But something tells me you can handle that just fine."

[bachjones]

"Shame I didn't bring my chain and whip."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Not even a dance first? Because if you want to get on your knees, I'm going to move to a place less in the middle of everything."

[weatherornot]

"I guess we can go for a dance first," she said, grinning as she turned around, pressing back against him as she continued to dance, up for whatever just so long as it was fun. Jones seemed like he could be a lot of fun.

"I'm just here to enjoy myself, whatever that looks like."

[bachjones]

Oh, she was good.

"And you live in this town? Because that would be more convenient than the mattresses upstairs."

He caught her rhythm, applying a little more pressure than necessary. "Assuming we make it anywhere that needs mattresses."

[weatherornot]

Genevieve didn't normally go for guys but when she did she was up for the whole experience. If she was going to Les around with a dick, why not enjoy all it had to offer? Which meant she didn't mind when he pressed up more firmly against her.

"I do have a place but I'm also way to drunk to drive," she said, grinding her ass against him. "But I tell you what, if we decide to go that route I'll fuck you first in my car where it's parked and then we can get a cab back to my place for the rest of the night."

[bachjones]

"Drunk? Ain't that a compliment."

He grabbed her hips to keep everything firmly in place. Or just the pressure on his throbbing dick, no need to think too much about everything.

"Fucking hell, Genevieve, is this a regular Monday for you or something? If it is, can I write up for a monthly appointment?"

[weatherornot]

"If you're good, I can schedule you in," she said, reaching behind her to run her fingers through his hair. He was hard against her ass and it was thrilling, an exciting promise of possibilities to come.

"But I'm having a great time so far."

[bachjones]

"Should I worry about a waiting list?"

He swiped her hair aside to kiss her neck. "Mind if I share something magical with you to make sure you remember me? A little song?"

[weatherornot]

"Nah, Monday's are wide open," she promised.

It was probably really stupid to let him work magic on her, especially something that might mess with her memory, but she was feeling no pain. Besides, she could always just have one of the Jungs undo it and curse him later if it was something bad.

"Alright, go for it."

[bachjones]

Somehow it was harder to pick up her story, and maybe Bach should worry about her being a witch or another siren or who-the-fuck-knows, something completely else that would explode if he'd twirl her music around his.

But he could touch her now, and kept it pretty innocent, just turning up the dials on sensitivity and heat and need. He whispered a song about melting together in her ear before kissing it.

"Not planning on hurting you. At all."

[weatherornot]

"Mmmm, what if I want to be hurt just a little bit?" she groaned, shifting her ass against his cock just a bit. Right now, she really, really wanted to get to her car and fuck him like she said she would.

"Tug my hair and smack my ass a bit? Fuck me really, really hard?"

[bachjones]

"Fucking hell." He was never going to leave this place again.

"Not to be a paranoid bastard-" His hands moved up to her tits, flicking his thumbs against her nipples - "but is this something I'm rewarded with or trapped with?"

[weatherornot]

Genevieve felt a boss of pleasure as his thumbs moved along her nipples. She was so DAMNED wet and ready right now she was ready to pull out a condom and fuck him here on the dance floor.

"This is me, going crazy with need to fuck you. That's what this is."

[bachjones]

He was going to stay here for the rest of his life.

"Think you can make it to your car or do I need to open your legs right here and now?" Because Bach never minded being watched, and it sounded like Genevieve was too far gone to even notice.