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

[abster]

"Shame, that is a stellar insult right there and you will never know how good it is. I think I really nailed the witty repartee with it," Abigail replied, a smile lingering on her lips as he tries to twist to see the string of numbers and how she'd curved the pattern around certain rather nice aspects of his body. She was angry with the world sure, didn't mean she was blind to it.

Dipping her finger into a different colour, she looked up as she listened to how he fixed old, abandoned, broken, probably unwanted things. Licking her lips, she raised an eyebrow as he presented her his back.

"I think it's pretty unfair to take up the whole canvas but if you insist. You'll be the one regretting it when you're standing in your underwear when some pretty girl asks to write her number on you." Abigail replied, tracing another set of binary numbers on his back. This time writing This is a picture of a giant dick. Told you you'd regret it- Abby. on it. "And also if your shitty stuff sells then you must be doing something right."

[under_the_radar]

"I hope what I'm doing right is making rich people look like pretentious assholes." Daniel said, squirming as she hit a ticklish spot. "And I should know, I am one." He tried to hold still but he had to bite his tongue when she scratched gently down his side. "But that's boring. Unlike you, painter of strangers." He said, throwing a smile over his shoulder at her.

[abster]

"Aren't all rich people pretentious assho-oh, pretend I didn't say that." Abby's voice began to trail off as he said he was a rich, pretentious asshole. Smiling a little abashed, she pressed her fingertips against the ticklish spot to at least distract him from what she had said. "Fixing broke things isn't boring, neither is art but it's not my usual preferred thing. And I cannot be painter of strangers if you are Paint Boy. Get me a new name please."

[under_the_radar]

Daniel laughed. "Don't worry. You're not going to offend me. I know how I-..." He yelped when she jabbed him in the ticklish spot and turned a fierce glare which was only slightly ruined by the smile on his face. "How about I give you my name and you give me yours?" he said, holding out his hand. "Daniel Thornton."

[abster]

Abby laughed, smiling wryly as he glared a little at her as she found his ticklish spots. Or one of them at least, she figured he had many more to be found. He looked the type.

"Sure, we can do that." Taking his hand, she made sure to get his palm nicely painted as she shook it. "I'm Abigail, Abigail Flynn."

[under_the_radar]

"Abigail. Nice to meet you." Daniel said, slowing down as he looked at his now paint covered hand. He narrowed his eyes and lifted his hand moving quickly and getting a hand on wrapped around her forearm before she could snatch it back, smearing paint all along it before letting her go. "Not even, exactly. But at least it's closer." He said, grinning at the handprint on her arm.

[abster]

"Wow, is that the way you want to play it Daniel Thornton?" Abigail asked, the name literally meaning nothing to her apart from the fact that he was a fairly interesting, cute addition to this crappy town.

Looking at the paint, she raised her eyebrow before reaching forward and leaving a line of it down his nose.

[under_the_radar]

Daniel scrunched his nose up as the paint dried and shrugged. Never one to back down from a challenge, he dipped two fingers into the nearest pot and dotted them in a line of one, two, three splodges on her cheek. He cocked his head and examined his work critically. "I like it."

[abster]

"Sure, if you like neon freckles then it's completely on trend." Abigail replied, brushing his lips with neon orange paint to go with his stripes and binary. Laughing, her face lit up as she looked at him.

[under_the_radar]

Glancing at the mirror behind the bar, Daniel raised an eyebrow. "I don't think that's fair. I look like a weird 1920's minstrel and you're still stunning. I think we need to even this out."

[abster]

"Yeah, what suggestions have you got to even this out because I'm not going round looking like a human etch-a-sketch." Abigail replied, grinning as Daniel looked at his reflection.

[under_the_radar]

"Well...maybe we should share." Daniel said, leaning in to kiss her cheek, moving slowly so she could duck away if she wanted to.

[abster]

Abigail raised an eyebrow when he went to kiss her cheek, turning her head at the last moment so his lips met hers instead. Brushing a kiss against his lips, she pulled back before touching her mouth to see if he'd actually managed to transfer the uv paint.

"Not a bad attempt," Abigail replied dryly. "Want to try again Thornton?"

[under_the_radar]

"Yes, ma'am." Daniel grinned and stepped close, cupping the back of her head gently and kissing her full on the mouth leaving a perfect print of his lips over hers.

[abster]

"What am I fifty?" Abigail muttered as he grinned at her. Tugging a finger through his belt loop, she pulled him in for a proper kiss. She smiled against his lips, the bright uv lipstick leaving a print against hers. "Ma'am. That is a really weird kink you have there Thornton, calling girls ma'am."

[under_the_radar]

Daniel smiled at her. "Being respectful is a kink? That's new." He said, pressing another kiss to her other cheek so that she had a matching set and then leaned back to grin mischievously. "I was raised to be a proper gentleman."