lucetilogs | and the bass keeps runnin runnin

Who: Anyone who heard the announcement, caught a flier in the plaza, of heard by word of mouth. Everyone's welcome!
What: A rave! Well, "rave." Luceti makes everything a little different.
When: June 21st, nightfall to early morning
Where: the beach near Adele's house
Summary: It's the first day of summer! This calls for bonfires, naturally, but why not spice it up with loud music, flashing lights, drinks, dancing, and a conspicuous lack of curfew?
Rating: PG to PG-13, please move anything steamier to appointments ~~or Adele will take the hose to you~~

Getting all the firewood, food, and drink out to the beach had been, honestly, the hardest part of preparation. Whatever else one might say about running things on magic, it certainly did cut down on the trouble of constructing edifices and machines to run the entertainment side of a party. As it stands, the setup is labour-intensive but otherwise minimal, and there's not much to do by sunset. Escape the house before Max and Zevran, the culture-displaced madmen, can put any more eyeliner on him. Arrive at the beach. Light the bonfires. Make sure the bonfire-cooking-compliant food is set out. Put up a table loaded with bottles, cups, ice, and permanent markers. Thank the resident doctor and quartermaster once more. Plug in the stereo system.

The speakers and light show have been with him since he left his house, in the form of the resident god of mischief, and they confer over sheets of paper with track names and times written on them for a little while just before the start. That's the last of it, and by the time the sky above the mountains is beginning to darken into twilight, the first thumping, trilling strains of dance music begin to echo out across the sand.

It's the shortest night of the year. Best make every second last.

[OOC: Feel free to post your character for mingling, since this entire event is very free-form anyway. For everyone's enjoyment there is a drinks table, food, several bonfires, the ocean (lifeguards not on duty, splash drunkenly at your own risk), and of course a dancing area with lights and music. Music will probably be primarily EDM with a heavy bass line, but occasionally wander into the territories of electro-swing and the like to give even less modern partygoers a chance to show off. The light show as well will stray out of the typical at times, with the expected abstract wheeling and flashing lights giving way to more complicated illusions. Don't be surprised to find yourself and your fellows occasionally dancing in a forest glen or a Rivendell look-alike for a few minutes at a time. Loki is working the tech booth, after all.

The party will go as long as people stay and are enjoying themselves, so have fun and tag around!]

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She glances at him, then the ocean, then up at the moon. "You were going to surf in the middle of the night?"

At his question, she stands up on tiptoes for a moment to peer through the mass of bodies before pointing him out. "With someone. Bucky Barnes. Steve's roommate, they're old friends." ....Actually. "Have you met Steve yet?" She had no idea if he knew any of her fellow teammates.

"What about you?"

"Sure was. Sometimes that's the best time to go." he grins a little, not looking unlike some mischievous school boy.

He'll look over at where Natasha is indicating until he's relatively sure he knows which guy she's pointing out, and nods.

"Never met Bucky, but I talked with Steve at the cultural fair. Seems like a nice guy. As for me," and there's that easy smile again, "See that lovely blonde lady over there?" His own pointing leads to Adele, who is likely currently dancing with other folks and having fun. "She talked me into it."

She laughs at his expression, hands propped on her hips. "I'll have to take your word on that one. Surfing's not something I've ever tried. By moonlight or otherwise."

Her gaze follows where he indicates, taking in the blond before giving him a sly smile. "Well. Good for you. You need talked into more things, obviously. And yes, Steve's a very nice guy. Easy to like. Bucky's... well. 'Nice' isn't usually the first word that comes to mind, but I like that, too."

"You should. It's a whole different thing at night. And you have the balance for it."

He grins just a little.

"For certain things, 'nice' is a little over rated, anyway."

"Is that all it takes? Balance?"

She returns his grin with an amused look, lips twitching faintly. "Sometimes more than a little."

"Balance and timing. But yeah. I guess sea legs might help a little too."

He chuckles quietly.

"Very true."

"Ahh, an acquired skill I'm a little rusty at," she chuckles, crossing her arms and eyeing him a moment.

"So. Is she the reason you're in a better mood since the last time we talked?" The question's asked lightly, her manner still teasing, not wanting him to feel like he has to answer, but that she's noted the change.

"Well, there's plenty of ocean to practice on."

He'll eyeball her back while she eyeballs him, eyebrow raised and a slight grin on his face.

"Might be."

Yes.

It's both something for him to actually focus on and personally care about, and it was also an answer to a question he and Adele had both been avoiding until now. The relief of both being solved took a lot off of him.

"I suppose there is." She flicks a glance in that direction again. "This is actually only the second time I've been out here. I should swing by more often."

His grin gets a warm one in return. "How evasive of you. But I'm glad."

"If you do, let me know. Might be willing to give a few lessons."

As for the rest, he just laughs a little.

"It's...new."

That's code for they're just now trying this out and god if he knows if this is an actual thing or if they're just...whatever.

"I may take you up on that. It sounds like it could be fun."

Her grin softens at the way he says that and she inclines her head in agreement, her eyes flicking briefly to where Bucky's dancing.

"I know the feeling."

He chuckles a little.

"Here's to new, then."

After a swig of beer, he finds a relatively safe space to put the bottle down for retrieval later, and makes a nod to the dance floor.

"So are you allowed to dance with the other guys?"

She tilts her bottle in agreement before taking a swallow herself, finishing off what little was left. His question makes her laugh, though, and she gives him a crooked grin.

"If you haven't noticed, I'm not the sort to let people tell me what I'm allowed to do and not. Are you going to get in trouble for dancing with another woman?"

"Yeah, I noticed," he laughs, "As for getting in trouble, I'm pretty sure that if she was going to object, a certain part of my anatomy would already be stored in a jar for safe keeping. With the appropriate threats for if I ever wanted to get them back."

Because Adele is not the kind of lady to hold back on her opinions, or wishes, either.

"That sounds about right," Natasha laughs, then sets her bottle aside and holds her hand out in invitation, giving him a mischievous grin. "Alright, Bliss. Let's see what you can do."

He grins, taking the hand to lead her out onto the floor.

"So are we going to dance like the kids, or do you want to go for something a little more...classic?"

If she chose the second, he'd definitely give her a run for her money...although not as intimately as the dance with Adele.

"I'm good with classic, if that's what you're feeling. I rarely mind showing kids they have no idea what they're doing," she laughs, squeezing his hand lightly. Besides, she likes being given a run for her money and there's not many that can do it when there's dancing involved.

"Guess the next question is which classic do you want?" Because he's up for just about anything. Well, almost. If she chooses the Tango, it'll be a lot more...sedate than what he and Adele had been doing.

She smirks and arches an eyebrow at him. "You lead, I'll follow," she countered, a hint of playful challenge in her own gaze.

He nods, and takes her hand to lead out onto the floor, falling easily into the first steps of a salsa. It's a bit more restrained this time around, but the challenging grin is still there.

and the bass keeps runnin runnin

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