and the bass keeps runnin runnin

[250mhzwabl]

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!]

Comments

[rather_be_surfing]

He gives another pleased hum as he rolls with her and accepts the bottle. He'll take a decent swig himself before handing it back and sliding one hand from the top to bottom of her stomach.

"I think some part of you is saying otherwise," he whispers in her ear.

[fleurdesel]

"And I think that part is a liar." She snorts and rests her hand on his, squeezing it. They could continue like this and she would very much like to- but she's supposed to be the responsible adult tonight. Keeping kids from drink and debauchery. "Later, Derek. We're supposed to be setting an example."

[rather_be_surfing]

"I know. But you can't blame me for trying. Not with your moves," he smiles, but he also changes his grip to something more appropriate, giving her one last gentle kiss before turning to face her in proper form again.

"Finish with me, and then I'll let you behave for the rest of the night."

At least until the kids had gone home.

"Yes?"

[fleurdesel]

"Classically trained, some of that has to stick." She is not preening. Not in the slightest. Not when he's shown he can keep up just as well. She settles in position without further comment or alluring rolls of her hips. Well. one more roll, but one to be seen rather than felt because she knows she's in the best shape of her rather absurd life at the moment and fairly proud of it.

"That seems fair."

[rather_be_surfing]

The smile and the glance to her hips as she moves should tell her just how much that fine form is being appreciated by Derek right now. With her agreement, he leads her into the final parts of the dance, flirting with veering into inappropriateness again, but keeping his control, and his promise, not to do so.

But yes, later, definitely later, he'd be chasing her for all he was worth. And there would be no holding back.

[fleurdesel]

This late in the dance she lets him lead the tango to it's sultry and inevitable conclusion. The give and take can be pulled up again after everyone's gone home and it's just them, the ocean, and far too much time on their hands to fill the remainder of the evening.

Then, he'll give chase. And she'll do her best to give him a merry one.