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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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Rogue laughed. It was brief, but genuine, and carried only the faintest hint of bitterness. Even though that hadn't been what she was talking about at all, she could appreciate the hit. "And I bet you say that to all the girls."

...who you wish were.

She gave him a smile as well, equally brief, but it transformed her face from 'memorable' to 'stunning' for the moment joy was reflected there. "You have no idea how true it is."

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He held up his briefcase. "Would a drink convince you to fill me in?"

Unknown to her, there was enough booze in the briefcase to get everyone at the party drunk three times over. And thus him holding it up meant absolutely nothing to anyone but him. But that was part of the charm of it. Whereas a briefcase that had expanded space was rare even for his world, it was far from being an unknown concept. For people here, it tended to earn nothing but curiosity, delight, and envy. And he ate it up.

Rogue shook her head, the light of her smile lingering on her face even after the expression had past. No. No it wasn't that easy. The gesture, though, demanded more of a verbal response than his question, "What are you, a traveling drink salesman?"

"Haven't you heard? I'm the one serving the drinks at Luceti's number one and only bar. For tonight only, I'm making house calls."

The corners of her lips turned up in a slow smile as Rogue responded to the charisma that was just oozing off of him - she almost couldn't help herself. And it was fun. And harmless. "Just for tonight? Then I guess I'd better see what you've got."

Jack set the briefcase on the table, then clicked it open. He didn't open it enough for her to see inside. Just enough to put his arm inside. His entire arm.

"What's your pleasure?"

Rogue blinked, eyes widening at that. She was accustomed, however, to Loki pulling things out of midair, so even though she was impressed it wasn't jaw-dropping. Southern hospitality, she almost said, his charisma was that strong. But she didn't want to drink to be drunk tonight. She couldn't afford that loss of control.

"Canadian beer."

"An excellent choice." Jack fished around in the briefcase a bit, once or twice having to look down in it to make sure he found the right thing, before at last emerging with two frosty Labatt Blues. He held one out for her, keep the other for himself.

Rogue raised her eyebrows, extending a gloved hand for the beer. "It's got a fridge in there too, huh? Nice."

He gave her a look. "How would I get a fridge in there?"

Rogue shrugged, "I don't know. How did you get a cold beer in there?"

"Buckets of ice." It was why the beer was not only exceptionally cold, but also icy and wet on the outside.

"Right. That makes much more sense." She opened the beer.

"Well they don't need electricity." His briefcase, amazingly, did not come with a power supply.

"Point," Rogue ceded gracefully. She took a sip right out of the bottle. Several of her louder, grumblier psyches settled down. Ah, that's the stuff. "Thanks for the drink."

"Happy to help." He retrieved another bottle of booze for himself before closing up the briefcase again. "So, Rogue. You show up to this little party alone?"

Rogue smirked a little at the way he said her name. She was fairly sure that he meant it to make her feel special, and to a certain extent it did, but she was also fairly sure he was just saying it so he'd manage to remember. She knew his type. It was a type she happened to like flirting with a great deal.

However... "Not so much." Rogue turned halfway to look through the crowd to see her boyfriend dancing suggestively with someone. Sour jealousy twisted in her stomach, but she told herself it didn't matter. "My boyfriend's over there."

Jack followed her gaze to where Loki was off dancing with some other woman and many things occurred to him all at once. With a frown he observed the most obvious one.

"... bit of a gangly kind of guy, isn't he?"

"Yeah?" Rogue tilted her head and looked at Loki. She'd never noticed, she'd only noticed the graceful way he moved. It wasn't worth arguing. "Hell of a kisser, though," she said, taking another sip of her beer.

'Happily taken' was the image she was trying to project. She was happy to be with him, she was certainly taken, but there were still some lingering issues which kept her from being completely happy.

"Kissing's not everything." It did not take a genius to note Rogue's discomfort. Any woman seeing their boyfriend dancing so carelessly with another woman was bound to be a tad unhappy, no matter how strong their relationship was. While Jack certainly saw little profit in breaking them apart, he did find himself invested all the same. "So why aren't you out there with him?"

"I don't do dancin'," Rogue said. It was a simple answer, entirely true, and loaded with more reality than she wanted to think about at this time. She took another sip of beer.

"Rogue, babe. You can dance. You want to dance. Desperately. But you don't want to want to dance. You want someone else to want you to dance." Jack's attention turned to Loki. "You came to a rave banking on that someone else."

And he didn't come through.

Rogue was surprised at the honest feeling she was getting from Jack. When she had met him before, he hadn't seemed nearly this interested in anything that was going on which didn't involve her body. But this felt real. And so she responded genuinely, first with a widening of her eyes, and then by shaking her head.

"No," she said with a small smile. "He wants me to dance. Heck, he might want me to dance as much as I want to. But..."

Her good will, apparently, did not extend to telling a total stranger her life story.

"...I just came for the light show."

Fortunately for her, Jack was not particularly interested in her life story. He did enjoy the occasional enigma and there was a particularly fun challenge in flirting with women he figured he might never have a chance with. It's what made Snow White so irresistible. And Buffy Summers. And maybe Rogue.

Jack stared up at the lights with the incredibly old eyes of a man who had seen it all and remained incredibly unimpressed. "I've seen better."

"Give him time," she said, bringing the beer up to her lips and then catching herself. She didn't want to drink too much too soon.

"...anyway. I don't want to keep you from the party."

and the bass keeps runnin runnin

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