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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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You thought wrong~

[Even though the bass was loud enough he couldn't very well think much less be heard over the sound, he imagined it must be how Loki had been seeing the world for quite a while now. His nose crinkled in a smile, watching Loki flutter his eyelashes at him-- and he had done a decent job for a guy who rarely held make up anything.

His smile faded into something more smirkish as he moved in closer, nearly flush against Loki as he danced-- this time with two legs. One wasn't as strong as the other yet, but not for lack of trying, and Loki looked graceful-- nearly serpentine but the kind that was really alluring, by comparison. Making sure to get eye contact, he mouthed the next, just give Loki opportunity to lip read]

Like it so far?

[Loki is drunk enough at this point to be a bit on the handsy side, which is to say he's certainly not objecting to the closeness, and even encourage it with a hand on the hip.

He lets the bass simply move him, so glad to finally be able to properly sense music enough that he can feel the dance instead of guessing at it.]

I think I could get use to the way you party on Midgard.

[Loki really needed a glow stick, one of the green ones to match his eyes or something observant like that. Sliding his own hand around Loki's hip to the small of his back he-- well, he had to look up a bit, head tilted to keep eye contact.

That is before breathing in against Loki's neck, a briefly intimate moment that he allowed himself. Why he'd been so skittish of Loki upon his arrival he couldn't fathom at this point. Just a moment to indulge in something he wanted to do before he pulled away, satisfied for having done it]

Technically it's Luceti, I guess... can you tell if it's-- wait, where's Midgard, exactly?

The mortal realm. You call it Earth, but that's not a very pretty name.

[He's actually rather happy to let Eugene touch him, Ann unusual thing got sometime who normally had such defined personal boundaries. He tilts his head slightly, idly running his thumb along the waistband of Eugene's trousers.]

Mortal, huh?

[Oh, right... he had heard that somewhere before, in literary studies and in fiction, but without the context he nearly missed it. His grin shifted to a genuine smile when he felt Loki's hands roam, enjoying the closeness and touch because that was also a nice part of this. The only thing that would make this better is to have Jack nearby]

Earth does sound a little like a grunting noise, doesn't it?

[...Whoops, he realized he was talking too close for his lips to be seen and he pulled his face back enough and repeated himself]

You lot are the definition of mortal, I'm afraid. You have this tendency toward death.

[Eugene is nicely close. Loki feels that temptation, to bring them even a bit closer together, but he reminds himself that he's not here alone. He can dance, but he has a feeling Rogue might object to even a friendly kiss.]

Like dropping a stone on a walkway. It is very different from Asgard.

Well, excuse me. Guess you'll have to deal with living for the moment with us.

[Being more than a little drunk made nice things like feeling a little awkward more like oblivious, and he weaved with Loki a few moments more before peeling away from him for some air.]

Don't take this the wrong way, but I absolutely wouldn't bring you home with me.

I don't hold it against you. [He grins, though the expression twists into something almost sad. He wouldn't be so frank if it weren't for the alcohol.]

I haven't anywhere else to belong.

[One eyebrow goes up.]

If I weren't a taken man, I think I'd feel a bit hurt. Whyever not? If it's the trousers, these are entirely Jack's fault.

[For the time being Loki belonged right here dancing with one of the birthday boys. If anyone had objections he'd give them a proper what for. He grinned more, excited and intrigued when Loki spoke of being a taken man.]

Well, for one you're taken. It'd be incredibly rude and I don't know what kind of people you date, but I don't want them out to kill me. Otherwise, I am pretty sure most people would object on account of me also in that taken category. The pants--

[He looks, approvingly]

Look good.

I think it far more likely she'd kill me, so you can feel safe. [He grins.]

That is true, rumor had it you have a darling husband.

[Here, have a little butt wiggle for full effect.]

The rumor mill is for once, accurate.

[Wait a moment, he had to splutter when he realized Loki was implying he was of the non-bachelor variety? The butt wiggle made him snicker, reassessing Loki and appreciating that the man could appreciate the other sex.]

Lucky lady. Another goddess? I'll have to be a proper wingman and make sure she's adequate, you know?

[Loki grins.] Not a goddess. I don't think there are many of those about. And I like her far better than I've liked any goddess. [Other than Saori and just... no. Nope. He prefers his face un-scratched]

You might have met her--Rogue. She works at the item shop quite often.

Shhh, you're supposed to say yes, she's a goddess, otherwise y'know, you missed that opportunity for a compliment, man. I'm trying to help you out, here...

[By this point if he wasn't utterly drunk before he was there now. Pressing his lips together, he thought about whether or not he'd gone into the item shop and met her specifically.... no. Nope, he wasn't familiar with her]

Show me?

[Loki laughs.]

But Eugene, she is far better than a goddess. [He likes her...]

Ah, right. [He pulls Eugene toward him so he can position him to see in the direction he points. Then he casts around for Rogue, finds her, and points toward her.

His finger may be wavering slightly.]

The pink hair is just a wig. She has lovely red hair normally. With a bit of white in it, for charm.

[Turning with a little more animation than was necessary, Eugene squinted and tried to peer though the throngs of people to locate the figure-- he spent more time looking at the long elegant line of Loki's arm than he really should have]

Why's she going with a pink wig tonight? Redheads-- oho, man. During that Valentine's event I couldn't keep my mind off of them. But seriously, pink... she should lose the wig. Let's take it off her. I wanna see.

[Disjointed as his thoughts were he wasn't suggesting such things to be malicious, only in his own drunken, awkward way, helpful]

She does look even better without it, 'tis true...

[Loki grins. This seems like a good idea. Because he's drunk. ~~And Eugene is a bad influence.~~

So he heads straight for his girlfriend. Since he knows what sort of trouble he'd be in if he just tried to knock it off with magic. But he is sure he can get her to take the wig off without a fuss.]

Edited 2013-07-18 02:15 (UTC)

[Eugene's grin grew as Loki seemed to be following his train of thought-- and then he was in motion and it was almost a challenge to keep up without a pronounced limp, but he managed]

Wait-- wait, wait, what're you doing? You're not just gonna ask her to take it off, are you? That's no fun! Dude, c'mon. I thought you were some sort of trickster god, here...

[~~Officially the very worst influence~~]

[He shoots a grin back at Eugene.]

I am a trickster god that would like to continue having sex, Eugene. That is the difference.

[He has never been so drunk that he's lose sight of that priority. In fact, all that naughty dancing might have put it first and foremost in his mind...

He slides through the crowd to where Rogue is, at the edge. He arrives breathless and grinning.]

Dearest, I require your help.

[Rogue could barely hear Loki over the music, so it was a good thing he'd approached in a way that she could see him.

She was not having a good time. She was not having even a shadow of a good time. And even watching Loki's illusions had become a less-than-pleasurable distraction since they'd become more and more lascivious as the night - and even as the dance - had progressed.

She wanted to go home.

She had come over to the beverage stand was very seriously considering trading in what remained of her single tepid beer for something cooler and stronger. It was better, so much better if she managed to hang on to her control, but being surrounded by the music and the dancing and the heat was making it difficult - she wanted, very badly, to go home.

Fortunately enough, in her consideration of the beverages, she hadn't noticed just how intimately Eugene and Loki had been dancing. So Rogue turns around pleasantly enough, a faint line of tension eases from her shoulders at the sound of Loki's voice. She offers him, and the man behind him a small smile before her eyebrows arch after deciphering what the heck Loki was saying.]

What's up?

[The wig she was wearing was shorter than how she usually kept her hair, a very anime style neon pink thing that was angled down to her chin in the front and up to the base her scalp in the back. She'd worn dramatic eye make-up that made her pale green eyes seem almost silver in flashing lights one moment, vivid and cutting the next. Her lips were stained the color of sin and she wore very little at all, and very little at all looked very good on her.]

[Loki leans in close to her, like he's thinking about going for a kiss, but doesn't quite.]

Dearest, I was just telling Eugene that your hair is utterly beautiful and he doesn't believe me because he's an utter cad. And because you're wearing that wig. Would you show him that for once I am not a liar?

Loki you are SO lying--

[He laughed, though, the teasing very good natured because first impressions were everything.]

Miss, I really happen to think you look...

[Slightly inebriated, he gave her an up and down measuring look, grinning as he went because really, she was...]

--quite stunning. And I'm not just saying that because of Loki, here.

[But then, even with her pleasant smile and looks, she looked somewhat tense, the face of someone put-upon and enduring for the sake of someone she cared about? maybe he was reading her wrong, he was drunk, after all. And he hardly knew her from any other random Lucetian. Grin softening to a smile, he tipped his head toward her, a half-bow, because balance was precarious for him, even without drink]

And I think more stunning without the wig, if I do say so myself.

[Rogue leaned slightly away from Loki when he paused instead of going for the kiss. The smell of alcohol was reason enough for that, let alone how sensitive she was feeling about her space right now. And she didn't like being teased like that either.

Since the other person - Eugene - was talking, she took the full half-step back.

She glanced between them and put a little smile on her lips. It was flattering, despite herself.]

Is this a bet? Because I've seen that movie.

[He's a little disappointed--what's the matter? The party is excellent. He's not entirely picking up everything he should, as drunk as he is.]

No, not a bet. I don't think Eugene shall be forfeiting anything to me when I am proven right about your native level of loveliness.

We could make it a bet. But I don't know what we'd be betting against. You don't tell a lady that she doesn't look good.

[He turned to Rogue and held his hands up reassuringly]

Which I am legitimately not lying when I compliment you. We aren't betting anything, I just... wondered why you'd want to hide your hair when it seems like you'd be just fine without the wig...

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[...ohGawd, they were so smashed. Rogue didn't really feel like taking off her wig. But she didn't really feel like putting up with drunken banter and... well, she supposed they were compliments. She had enough of a headache as it was.]

It's a rave, ain't it?

[She brings up one gloved hand to start taking out the bobby pins.]

It was startin' to give me a headache, anyway.

[Or maybe it was the music. Or the lights. Or the tension. Or the heat. Or the memories... either way, taking off the wig could only help.]

and the bass keeps runnin runnin

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Eugene coming with? XD I talked to Shira~

(Definitely coming with!!)

(Definitely coming with!!)

why hello, you two troublemakers

makes more sense for Loki to go right now I think...

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