10234/Ravers Gonna Rave

Ravers Gonna Rave
Date of Scene:	28 November 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Volt, Rave

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Volt has posed:
Night has fallen over Bushwick, and there's been something the locals have begun to notice over the past week. There's been one less homeless person on the street. One less electrical hobo leaping in to stop crime. Volt's been missing. Or he's finally died somewhere.

But tonight, at Club Evolution, a newer face has appeared! The doormen don't stop him, but they do apply a rather embarrassing stamp to his hand to indicate his status as being underaged. No booze for him. Still, the teen makes his way inside and moves with purpose, perhaps even standing out a little against the rougher general clientele. Bright green eyes are first planted on the stage, scanning for a particular raver-girl. But should he not see her there, he'll move further into the lounge area to attempt tracking her.

Rave has posed:
Neither refused or stamped, Rave was here in the club. Of course, she wasn't performing tonight, at least not formally, but it was pretty damn easy to locate the girl within the club. After all, she was literally glowing! Dressed in that same skirt, net shirt and glowing rings of light she was moving to the music. Even before her powers she'd been way into the dancing and music, but now? Well it was quite the sight to behold!

Volt has posed:
Oh, indeed, she's pretty easy to spot. The teen makes his way towards her, approaching from behind. And once he's close enough, he reaches out to gently bump a knuckle against her back, hoping to get her attention. She's seen his face once so far, unhindered and without shades. He looked a little rough then. Kempt, as much as he could be, but rough. Today, he looks pristine. So the question is, will she recognize the smiling face she turns to find?

Rave has posed:
"Oh hey!" The call comes almost as immediately as she turns around, tilting her head to the side. Odds are she looked over him as quick as it could be. If she hadn't recognized him, she'd had the blessing of speed to examine for a while. Crossing her arms under her bust, her eyes flick up and down for a moment while she stills her body from the movement and instead leans forward, poking the other mutant in the chest. "Look at you!"

Volt has posed:
Recognition! It gets a light laugh, not really considering that she might have scoped him out much quicker. But with the obvious inspection, he hooks his thumbs in his pockets and squares his shoulders, pleased. The poke gets an added snicker. "Yeah, I know, right? I actually have a person-shape!" After a beat, his head cants forward and his voice lowers a little, meant only for her ears. "Drake," he says. "My name's Drake."

Rave has posed:
"Still Rave," her own reintroduction comes with a little laugh. She was probably born with a more normal name, but she certainly doesn't have a 'normal' identity to worry about these days. Resuming the sway of her hips, her hands come out to draw him onto the dancefloor, intending to keep dancing while they talk. "So what changed? Find a place? A job?"

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley immediately cringes when he realizes what she's doing. On the one hand, dancing is not his thing. On the other hand, he /does/ want to talk to her. Dangit. He's coaxed onto the dancefloor with a sheepish look, and immediately, the uncertainty is clear. His movements are minute and guarded, extremely self-conscious. So he tries to bury it under the conversation.

"You could say that. That I found a place," he replies, voice elevated again to be heard over the music. "How've things been here?"

Rave has posed:
"Still a party," she answers with a wink, giving a little laugh and clearly unbothered by his lack of experience in dancing. Giving a little twirl, the girl's back is pressed to him for a moment before she pulls back, shrugging her shoulders. "I haven't had someone -really- try to kill me, or to kidnap me. So...yeah."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley's eyes widen when her back presses into him, and he's suddenly very aware of his hands. What is he supposed to be doing with them here? What's the protocol? Halp!

At a loss for what to do, he simply sets his hands to her waist for the brief duration of her lean, then goes right back to the awkward, bumbly little shuffle. If pain were an emotion, this would be it.

"Why do you sound kind'a disappointed by that?," he replies with a teasing, if strained, smile.

Rave has posed:
Giving a little laugh, Rave gives a grin and raises her arms before tilting her head to the side. "Well, at least it makes things exciting I suppose, but yeah. You don't always get to push things to the limit when you're just playing around. Y'know?"
     She tilts her head to the side, gesturing for him to follow her off the floor. A small mercy perhaps. "C'mon, lets take a break."

Volt has posed:
A big mercy. Don't get him wrong, Drake's definitely enjoying watching her move, sway, stretch; she's an attractive girl! But himself? No, dancing isn't quite his thing. Certainly not in crowded venues! So when she invites him to follow her off the dancefloor, he's all for it. Weaving between people, he's just behind her back.

"So what you want is to let loose? Vent steam?"

Rave has posed:
"Can you imagine what it's like?" Rave begins, tilting her head to the side. "Moving at light speeds, being able to see the world like that and feeling the 'rush' all the time...and having to take it slow?" She shakes her head, moving towards the counter and then gesturing for a drink. "A coke, two of them." She'd seen the stamp, or she doesn't want alcohol herself...

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley is trying to not think about how uncool the stamp makes him look. Unfortunately, it's a stamp of a cartoony butterfly. That was the price to pay to find Rave. Still, he moves up to the counter beside the girl and props an elbow up over its flat surface. "No," he admits. "I mean, kind of. I know what it's like to feel suppressed. But mine isn't an 'always on' kind of thing." He raises his left hand to nudge her ribs. "If I could go fast like you, I would. Just, winding up everywhere, anywhere, any time. It sounds amazing. And maybe like Hell on clothes."

Rave has posed:
"It -really- is," Rave muses, shrugging a little and gesturing to herself. "The quicker I move, I start getting...less normal, more energy. I'm kinda made up of...strange?" the last words are left with a little shrug. "I don't understand all of it." His poke in her bared ribs has her jumping a little before she turns to look at him. "But I have set more than one outfit on fire trying to get the hang of it. There's a reason the skirts are short."

Volt has posed:
She's made of strange. Drake is not going to poke fun at that. Nope. He's just going to focus on what she's saying. "Yeah, friction's a heck of a thing..."

At the mention of her skirt, his gaze drops low, then raise back to her eyes. "It's not because you've got a cute butt?," he teases. "I mean, let's be real, I'm definitely /not/ complaining about the way you dress." The previously-prodding hand motions in general over her. "Like, at all."

Rave has posed:
"It -is- cute," Rave adds with a little laugh, giving a little twirl before turning back with a grin and then reaching for her drink. "But yes, the activewear and stuff is easier for running and..." she gestures sidelong towards one of the electronic lights above, its light twisting and warping into an almost liquid form that sweeps forwards and seems to be drunk into her skin before 'rebounding' back into normal, leaving Rave's eyes glowing a little brighter. "More skin, more light absorbed. It's kinda practical."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley watches the odd liquid light show, tempted to poke at it, but refusing to do so. Heck, it could be plasma or something. Plasma's bad on the skin, right? Oh, no, she shows off skin specifically for that. Yeah, none of this makes sense.

"Like I said," he says as he gives her another look-over, this time deliberately slow and flirty, "no complaints over here. Or anywhere, I'm guessing."

Rave has posed:
Just because it was harmless to her, doesn't mean that it might not be dangerous. The girl -had- claimed to be able to shoot lasers after all! Sipping her drink, the woman laughs lightly and flashes a wink. "So tell me about the people or place or whatever you're hiding at now?"

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley glances aside to the crowd of clubgoers, then back to Rave. "I can't really. Not here. Besides, how do I know you're not some spy?" He moves around her on the counter, as if 'trapping' her against the bar, before leaning in closer. His elbows come to rest on the countertop at either side of her slim figure. "You've got all those trappings. Pretty. Dangerous. Got my attention. You could be eeevil~..."

Rave has posed:
"I mean...I think I'm not really all that subtle, don't really have the whole 'bond girl' mystique or whatever. I'm kinda...too bright." She grins, another sip of her drink even as he moves around her and then setting her glass aside lightly. "But is this your tough-guy thing. Bad cop? Are you going to try and interrogate me now?"

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley eyeshifts slightly. He didn't actually have much of a plan, and nowhere to really take it. So he withdraws to resume the position he was in before, leaning on the counter. "Enh. No," he replies simply.

Rave has posed:
A little twinge as he withdraws, but there's a smirk from the blue-haired girl. Clearly in this near-flirtatious duel? She figured she had him on the ropes pretty easily. Giving a little grin wider, her hand comes out to poke him lightly in the shoulder. "Some more practice then, suppose we'll see from there."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley crinkles his nose a little at the tease, his mind being put on track of 'bad cops' and interrogations. "Nahh, I'm good. Think I'd rather be more original. And my dad was a cop, so," he pauses to give a stiff shrug. "The one who told me to never come back when he found out what I was. So, uh. I dunno. Heebly-jeeblies about it."

Rave has posed:
"A-ha," Rave muses, folding her arms yet again with a nod of understanding. "So less 'cop', more crusading superhero?" she teases with a wink, never one to linger on the bad for long! "Make it your own thing then? Yeah?"

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley blinks at her. Okay, that's a little more fun. He then squints. "Does that make you a villain? Villainous girls always seem to wear the hotter clothes, to be fair," he considers. A hand moves forward to lightly tap his index finger beneath her chin. "Is /that/ what you're up to, Miss Rave?"

Rave has posed:
A little tilt of her head, there's a smirk and a flicker of glowing light that flows down over Rave's form and even down to the ends of her glowing blue locks. "Well," she purrs back with a little laugh, "I suppose you might have to catch me to find out."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley follows that glow curiously as it travels over her, before finally looking back at her face. Unceremoniously, he reaches to set a hand to her waist. "There. Caught you," he teases. "Not a whole lot more I could do here without making people think I'm being..." What's the word he should use? "..uh.. bad.. myself. Accosting you. Whatever, you know what I mean!"

Rave has posed:
"Uh-huh," she begins, before tilting her head to the side and then smirking. Her hand comes down to his, giving it a squeeze and then tilting her head to the side. "I suppose you're right. Perhaps elsewhere then? Central park maybe? How fast can you get there?"

She's there, pinned against the bar for a moment and having folded her arms. "I could just say...catch me if you can..."

Volt has posed:
"Kind'a fast," Drake considers. "It might be kind've freezing, though." It is late November, after all! The hand at her waist subtly brushes along her ribs. "Know anywhere nice'n indoors?," is his counter-offer.

Rave has posed:
"Pffft, where's the fun in that?" she muses before shrugging. "I can't really ask you to jump over to the tropics or the warm waters of fiji right now. Gotta work with what you have, y'know?" Rave gives a mock sigh, clicking her tongue.

Then there's a light, bright and blue. Then she's gone, disappeared from sight entirely... Where his hand had rested against her? Now there's a napkin with a scrawled number and a blue lipstick outline on its white surface. Along with the obvious words: Catch me if you can! ~ XO