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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That I would. I would actually go crazy.

[He needed plenty of time on his own or with a few select people. Crowds made his head hurt and paranoia flare.

He gives a lazy smile when she pulls him close.]

I know.

Do you?

[She knew this counted as a crowd, but it was only for a little while and no one was paying any attention to them anyway. She twined her arms about his neck, drawing him into the dance with a fond smirk.]

[He slides his arms around her waist, holding her close against him as they dance.]

I think I might have an idea.

Oh, you're getting ideas, are you?

[She chuckles, her gaze warm as she dances against him, the music loud and throbbing around them. They were close enough to hear each other, but everything else had faded out outside the noise of it.]

I know it's a shock, but I do occasionally manage.

[And this is how he likes it. The two of them, ignoring the rest of the world. It feels right.]

Not all that shocking. I know you try to disguise your genius, Barton.

Not much to disguise. I'm just a guy with good aim.

[She just gives him a look as she dances with him, skepticism obviously visible.] You tried to convince me of that when we first met. I didn't believe you then, either.

Well, you had your chance to run. You're stuck with me now.

Usually I have good instincts on knowing when to run. [She gives him a faint smirk.] Apparently it goes on the fritz when you're involved.

Lucky for me then. No more running from me either. Okay?

[One eyebrow arches upwards at that.] Do I look like I'm running, Barton?

No, I- no more running, sweetheart. From anything.

Alright. [Her hands slide up his chest again to twine around his neck and its easy to forget where they are, that they're surrounded, when the music has given them this little bubble of privacy, drowned out everything else.]

So what do you think we'll find when we stand still?

[He slides his arms around her waist, close and right, where she's always been. Right there with him.]

I dunno. Kind of want to find out though.

[She flicks her gaze up, searching his face intently a moment.]

Are you sure? It could get complicated.

[He looks back, open and honest. She can see right through him anyway.]

When have things ever been simple?

I don't know. They had to have been, once. Right?

[She gives him a crooked smile, fond. But she meets his gaze, steady and confident. He wasn't the only one who wanted to find out, and that's written just as honest for him to see.]

Maybe once upon a time.

[He smiles back and after a moment leans forward, hesitant as he's ever been with her, pressing his lips against hers.]

[One hand slips up, tangles fingers in his hair as she meets him halfway, her lips warm against his own. He's different, this is different, and she's known him long enough to notice it. Her breath catches, and she kisses him again.]

[It's been a long time coming. It's different to Valentine's Day when none of them had quite been themselves. Different to any time on a mission when they've had to act the couple. When she moves in again, he's happy to kiss back, eager and sweet.]

[It's been building for weeks. Months. Maybe even since before they came here. Although this place had certainly been a change for all of them. Eye-opening. Giving them time to think, to reconsider. To breathe between one disaster and the next, and this was what they'd stumbled into.

Her arms are still wrapped around him, his own anchored around her waist and she curves into him, kissing him, exploring. Tentative and then eager, a thrill in this. This is just her and him and maybe it should surprise her how much she wants this. But it doesn't. It's Clint. And in some ways, that's simple enough in itself.]

[It's been so long. Too long. Things left unsaid between since even before they came to Luceti. And now they're here and they have time for once. Time to breathe and settle into something without worrying that it'll get them killed.

He keeps her held close, lips moving against hers, and it's kind of perfect.]

[Eventually she needs to breathe and so does he and she reluctantly pulls back. She doesn't go far through, resting her forehead against his, her smile in her eyes as she meets his gaze, still dancing against him. One hand slides down to cup warm against his cheek, thumb brushing lightly against the faint stubble under her touch, making her smile widen a hint in secretive, amused delight.]

[He doesn't want to pull away, and stays close, feeling her breath against his lips. He's smiling, can't help it, can't do much else right now.]

Hey there, sweetheart.

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