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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[Just a peck, something chaste enough to maybe cause a brow raise, but Eugene was a taken-kind-of-guy, and wouldn't dream of jeopardizing that. One kiss was all he'd ask for, in any case, just to say he'd had the same pleasure as a few alien ladies.]

Wha-- you don't know where he is? That's the worst thing to tell a guy, especially when said vulcans are the quiet, smart types.

[Leaning over a little, getting in Kirk's space, but coming back with some booze, he offered it to him with a grin]

Tell 'im it's a gift from the birthday boy. It'll be a culturara... cultu..ral exchange. Damn, I'm drunk...

Hmm, well, he's been gone for a bit, so... well, I am about to kiss you, do you really want to talk about that?

_{[ He laughed, taking the drink and tapping it against Eugene's lips
with a wide, wide grin.]}

Yeah, works for me.

_{[ And now Eugune would have Captain Kirk kissing him, and it was
anything but chaste.]}

Now, wait a minnmmph--

[wait, objecting was bad, and being kissed was good, this he and Kirk could both agree on and wow, he wasn't half bad. Who was he kidding, this was a renowned playboy, of course he wasn't bad. Chuckling into his mouth he gave as good as he got, both hands holding Kirk's face in place before pulling back with a wet sound, blinking his eyes open]

Well...

[He had to snicker a little, bashful and drunk and a little light headed. He couldn't just stroke Kirk's ego, though...]

...Not bad.

_{[ Well, well, somebody had some skill. He grinned, just as drunk and
feeling bubbly, ears ringing - but in a good way. Which quickly turned into
a pout at the other's words. ]}

Not bad? Not bad?! I am a Master Class kisser!

Well, I'm afraid Master Class, or MC level is not yet God Tier. That can be improved with practice, by the way.

[With a wink and a near-stumble, he chuckled and slung his arm over Kirk's shoulders]

Practice not necessarily with me because I cannot guarantee your safety against Jack Freaking Holden.

_{[ He grunted as Eugene slung his arm around him, but he didn't knock
him away either. He was tipsy/drunk, and he could take a good ribbing. Not
that making fun of a man's kissing skills was good ribbing, but hey, who
cared? It was a party! Eugene was just missing out. ]}

I get plenty of practice thank you, and I have left everyone satisfied! No refunds, by the way.

_{[ A paus as he processed the next statement. ]}

Why would I have to worry about Jack Holden?

_{[ He kind of remembered the guy, but he wasn't to sure in his current
state. ]}

He's the guy who's throwing this party.

[Leaning in closer, he spoke in a tone that was confiding, but more a stage whisper than said in confidence]

We're basically as married as you can get. We even did the thing with Elvis.

I knew he was throwing it! But I didn't know that!

_{[ He pursed his lips and then he poked Eugene in the ribs. ]}

Don't be telling me about that birthday gift, got it? That's an off the record birthday gift! ... Also, do I owe you guys a wedding gift? No, wait, it's totally in the mail!

Luceti has a postal service? [Eugene genuinely contemplated the idea, not having had much of the scale of a postal service that he'd grown up with in a very long time, but then his thoughtfulness shifted and he grinned at Kirk, just short of an eyeroll]

No need for a wedding present, I think it's safe to say we've been this way for a while. --And, hey, I am totally not giving you insider information about what happens for my birthday gift. At least not the one from Jack, but wow it's easy to say "Kiss me, I'm the birthday boy" and people do just that.

If I knew about how effective it was, I'd have been way more popular at uni...

No, I don't think so. It's a turn of phrase, you know, when you're trying to hold of debt collectors? Okay, never mind.

Yeah, yeah, I bet it is. I should try it more often. I stopped using it awhile back, and really, it's a nice line.

Uh-huh... [That was a turn of phrase he might not be familiar with but he easily shrugged that off, grabbing another drink and taking a healthy swig of it.]

Good thing for me it's mostly accurate, then. Where are you off to now?

_{[ Oh you poor soul. What sort of world do you live in that the mail is
not a known thing? ]}

Oh, I don't know ~ Here. There. Some place with a lot of sparkles, probably, given the current state of the crowd!

[It was a secret he was keen on keeping for... many reasons]

The glow sticks are pretty awesome, I've got to admit. It's been a long time since we used them for anything but necessity, though. Though, hey. Word of advice.

[Here he took hold of Kirk's shoulders and made sure they had eye contact]

It may be unlikely, but if you do see a green lizard alien looking lady, I will advise you not to make out with her. It will result in your imminent death.

[Perhaps a touch dramatic, but he needed to prove a point here]

They take me back to high school. These were all the rage at parties.

_{[ There had been something of a throw back movement then, and even
though glow sticks were about as low-tech as you got, they were cheap and
fun while they lasted, so they stuck around. He was sure rich kids had
something fancier, but not his problem.}

He screwed up his nose at that warning though, throwing Eugene a look that had 'wtf' written all over it. ]

Do I even want to know how you know that?

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