11439/Celebrating Rave's birthday

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Celebrating Rave's birthday
Date of Scene: 07 May 2020
Location: The Tunnel - Midtown Manhattan
Synopsis: Drake takes Rave out on her birthday to go dancing and he gives her a gift.
Cast of Characters: Slipstream, Rave




Slipstream has posed:
After learning that it's Rave's birthday, Drake made sure to take the rest of the night off from patrols. They coordinated to meet at The Tunnel, which seems to fit both of their vibes and has enough energy to make it a real party scene. He's dressed in a pair of black slacks, a dark purple button down shirt and a thin black tie with a jacket on. Though this is more 'formal', it still screams party. He waits just inside the lobby, bobbing his body to the music that rumbles through the speakers. On his wrist is a bright green wrist band that shows he's of 'age' and is legally allowed to be inside.

The music of the night is a New Wave Retro style, which is a throwback of the 80's. Groups such as The Midnight, FM84, and Ollie Wride are currently in rotation as bodies on the dance floor move with each other to generate enough heat to crank the temperature up a few degrees. In his hand he has a glass of brandy that he sips on with a smile upon his face, watching the door and glancing down at his phone at times, waiting.

Rave has posed:
It was a place the fit Rave's style...after all, she'd performed here once or twice and partied here a few more times. But she'd happily lean into the option of the occasion today. Dark leggings under her usual skirt, a long-sleeved shirt that ended with a point and still bared some of her midriff, even Rave's hair had been deliberately tied up into a pair of 'tails' tight against her scalp and cut a little shorter. The style would only last until she 'healed' again next, but at least the option let her play around a bit with it.

Even with the music as it was, she was in her element as she strode through the door. A 'Rave' in a club? It just fit after all!

Slipstream has posed:
As he spies the bluenette making her way through the doors, Drake's grin widens as he throws the rest of his drink back, then puts it on a passing tray of a waitress. Making his way towards her, he flashes her a bright grin. "Hey. You look hot." He compliments as he leans in to give her a kiss on the cheek. "Happy birthday! I'm glad we got to hang out tonight. Whatcha wanna do first? You're the expert of this place."

Sliding a hand down into hers, his fingers curl about for a firm squeeze for a moment. "I only had one drink so far, so if you want to get some, it's on me. Lady isn't paying for anything tonight." He says as he tips his head towards the bar.

Rave has posed:
A squeeze of the hand returned, she smiles to that kiss on her cheek and shrugs. "Night is young and time moves a little slower for us, I'm sure we can think of something!" she speaks back, talking loud enough to be heard beneath the music before shrugging her shoulders to the offer. She was legal, she'd drink, alcohol didn't tend to linger with her anyway, especially if she 'healed' afterwards.

"Shall we?" she questions, turning and pivoting so he's led by her, a tilt of her head making those tails 'bob' before she makes her way towards the bar. Her order? A 'Fruit Tingle', bright and sweet...and somewhat blue/purple in color. Figures!

Slipstream has posed:
Following after her like a faithful hound, Drake sways their hands a bit before they reach the bar. He orders himself a fruity booze drink as well. A 'Sunset Celebration', filled with oranges, pineapples and strawberries. It's sweet, but powerful. With his own speedy powers, he'll bleed through the alcohol quickly enough once they hit the dance floor.

"Get any cool presents so far?" He asks as he curls his free arm about her waist, settling his hand on her hip as he sips at his drink through a long curly red straw. "I got you something. It's in the car though."

Rave has posed:
Eventually she'd release the hand, reaching out instead to claim her drink and sip it lightly. A soft exhale of delight, the question of gifts has her shrugging lightly. "A few neat things. Some outfits, vouchers, tickets, movies...a couple of things to help me pay for some of my sound gear..." she trails off, laughing softly.

"And a few people blowing up my social media, but I did advertise the whole birthday thing to the fans."

She tilts her head to the side after a moment, seemingly having taken that long to process what he'd said. "You got me something?" she repeats with a blink and a bright grin. "I'll look forward to seeing it when we're done here then!"

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, I totally got you something! It's nothing too crazy, so don't get really excited or anything." Drake chuckles. "But I wanted to at least get you something. Birthdays should have presents after all." He takes a few more sips, savoring the fruity mixed drink happily.

"But it sounds like you got hooked up from your friends? Fans? A mix of both?" His brows rise up some curiously with a grin. "Usually when my birthday rolls around my Twitch channel blows up and I make a good chunk of money on donos and subs." His body is bobbing a bit to the sounds of 80's retro music rumbling through the speakers, coupled with the lyrics of lost romance, adventures and driving for excitement. This is right in his wheelhouse of vibes. High energy, feel good music.

He gives her another squeeze about the waist, then presses a smooch to her shoulder before he rises up and gives a long stretch. "This your favorite club here in New York?" He asks over the music. "I'll try and make some of your shows when you DJ."

Rave has posed:
"You're here with me, that's something," Rave points out, giving a little laugh and a nod as she drains another sip from her straw and nods along. His explaination of his 'Twitch'? it earns a little nod as she sways lightly to the beat, both hands still holding her glass. "It's kinda the same for me with the music and such, donations and what-not. Maybe I need to start putting stuff up on streams and the like too?"

Another shrug, she leans into the squeeze and gives a little smirk. "You'd better! Especailly if it's a show where I'm lined up to sing! But for tonight, maybe we should consider sticking to dancing?"

Slipstream has posed:
"If you want me to set you up, I can do it. I set Dazzler up when she swapped labels and her career took off online. I'm still one of the top streamers in the world so I can set you up with the equipment, tweak the software, get you stage lighting. I'm a pro at this. It's literally the one thing I'm good at it, besides getting beat up by super bad guys."

Drake gives a motion of his head to the dance floor. "I am /so/ ready if you are." He says as he wiggles left to right with the motion of his body. "Just don't make fun of my white boy moves up there. DDR and clubbing are not the same thing." He says with a laugh as he reaches for her hand before he starts for the dance floor.

"But I'm gonna dance like no one is watching. No wallflowering for me!"

Rave has posed:
"Dazzler? She's awesome. I've even seen a few of her shows here and there..." a little gushing perhaps, but Rave is quick to give a little laugh and a bump of her shoulder against his at that last little depreciating comment. "I'm sure you're fine, in both aspects. And hey, if the carnival night showed me anything, you're a person with a few talents."

A wink, she takes another sip of her drink and then drains it straight, setting it aside with a little giggle and a grin. "You are such a dork," she teases, but it's an affectionate note as she moves towards the dancefloor, stretching her arms above her head and already swaying her hips to the beat. Dancing, music itself, it came as naturally to her as breathing. "Just try to keep up, and have fun either way!"

Slipstream has posed:
There is a flush of the cheeks from Drake at her teasing comment about the carnival, but he grins none the less. It does boost his confidence some. Once they hit the dance floor, he lets her take the lead as his arms curl about her waist. He moves in time with her, rocking back and forth to the pulse pounding beat above them.

Lights flash and flicker about the stage, causing shadows to leap and play along the walls of those gathered at the club to burn off steam. Drake shows that he /can/ dance, though it may not be the greatest, he at least understands rhythm and knows how to move to a well timed beat. He lets her show off all she wants, it is her birthday after all and she should be the star of the show.

Rave has posed:
Even with his arms added to the mix, Rave seems to take to the rythem naturally. Every sway of her hips, movement of her arms, twirl of her body entirely was perfect. Of course, she could be flirtatious, provocative or just plain look like she was having fun. Perhaps all of the above, but even before her powers had 'awakened'? This had been the rush that she'd loved most of all.

It just had quite the competition for the girl with the glowing blue locks now that she was a 'living ball of neon awesomeness' as she liked to put it.

Slipstream has posed:
As Drake dances with her, he is spellbound by her movements and how easily she controls herself in the heat of musical chaos. He revels in her excitement as he moves along with her, even if his body isn't as fluid. He's enjoying himself and happy to be apart of her thrill. One song blends into another, then another and he starts to show off a bit as blue light blurs about him as he dances.

As he leans into her, he speaks over the music, his mouth brushing against her ear. "You want to do a late dinner or an early morning after this before we retire for the night? I know I'm gonna work up a hunger with all these calories we're going to burn off." His hands slide away from her hips so that she can free herself to cut loose within the music, and he can admire her sweet moves.

Rave has posed:
"Depends how long we're out," Rave shrugs, giving a little giggle. The blue light trick? She's a fan, but she's hardly one to be outdone as she twirls away from him for a moment, blue and violet streaks of light following her motions and leaving a lingering holographic 'after image' for a moment before she returns to the closeness and the questioning, leaning forwards to answer. "If we end up hitting other places along the way? Morning. If not..."

She trails off, giving a little twirl and moving past him to slip up behind the other speedster. "Then we make it up as we go along I guess!"

Slipstream has posed:
Grinning at her, Drake steps into her holographic light, letting it shimmer about him as he gives a bit of a twirl of his body, blitzing the dark with another blast of blue light as he skips from left to right swiftly. "You're the birthday girl. You call all the shots tonight." He says as he glances over his shoulder behind towards her. He reaches back to snag one of her hands, drawing it around his hips as he rocks with her to the beat as it slows down a bit, but still keeps it high energy. This is a 'slow' song for the world of retro and he doesn't mind taking it down a few rpms to spend more quality time with her.

Rave has posed:
Odds are they were drawing a curious, if startled crowd. Eventually they'd have to move, but Rave was ironically in no hurry. "I mean, I could go here a little longer," she speaks as they're drawn in close, giving a little wink. "But we can see what's going across town. Maybe find some over-the-top karaoke bar or go hotel-pool-hopping....it's a lot easier when you can run up buildings."

A shrug, her free hand gestures lightly to herself. "I'll end up being a bad influence on you, Mr Hero."

Slipstream has posed:
"I think I can use a little bit of a bad influence in my life. Shake things up, make me laugh more." Drake assures as he pulls her in closer once he turns about in her arms. His nose bumps hers, followed by a kiss to her lips, a brief peck as he leans forward.

"Pool hopping? But I don't have any swim trunks." He says in an amused, jesting manner as he sways with her, staring down into her eyes with a lopsided grin upon his face.

Rave has posed:
"You have underwear, don't you?" she points out, lifting a hand to flick his nose lightly. Another playful gesture to add to the mix before she closes her eyes and twirls, keeping his arms captive with a quick grasp to lean herself back against his form, behind pressed into his hips. "But it's just an idea. You -can- say no..."

A little shift, she glances back over her shoulder at the fellow speedster. "Otherwise, we could always go racing to the other side of the world and enjoy the sunshine, but that messes with your body clock after a while."

Slipstream has posed:
"I do have underwear. I guess.. boxers." Drake says as he pulls her closer up against him, leaning in to give her another playful kiss to the back of an ear. "But if you wanna go hotel hottubbing, let's do it. It'd be fun, memorable." he says as he bobs a bit on his feet left to right in a slow dance shuffle.

"I think I'd probably explodey if I tried doing that. I can always just use the ship's teleporter to take us around the world if we wanted." He says as he tightens his hold on her for a brief squeeze before letting her go. "As long as you have fun, I'm open to any and all ideas."

Rave has posed:
Now that's her cue to take her turn at blushing, but she lets it pass as she gives a little shiver at the tickle to her eat. Even as they converse she was still moving, dancing to the beet as it changed and then finally drawing apart as the music comes to a close. "Well, I don't want you exploding and I can't really carry someone going that fast so...keep it simple I guess. Save the globe-trotting for another day."

Stepping back, she gestures towards the door and gives a little laugh. "How about you show me my present, then we work out where we're going next? In case it's something I need to drop off at my place."

Slipstream has posed:
"Can always leave it in the car too." Drake says as he stops dancing, giving her a smile. "But I'm ready to go if you are." He says as he slides his hand into hers, fingers curling once more. He'll take the lead now as they head for the door, leaving the thrall of dancing bodies behind them.

After heading out into the crisp summer evening air, they will find his black Tesla parked down the street a few blocks. It unlocks as he approaches and he leans into the back of the chair on the passenger side once he pops the door open and pushes the chair forward.

Out comes a black leather jacket with bright blue neon letters stitched into the back. They are designed to light up and glow: RAVE, with a swirl of a pen swipe beneath it. "Here you go. Custom made it for you. Designed it on the ship so that it can take high velocity speeds. I dunno, thought it'd be kinda cool. Even has inside pockets." The important part of course.

Rave has posed:
"Alright, that is pretty neat," it almost seems like a tame response, but she's quick to take the garment and turn it over in her hands. She was already wearing another jacket, but this one is pulled to her chest as she leans in, planting a little peck on his cheek in thanks and giving a smirk. "I'll have to wear it next time I've got a gig!"

A glance to the club doorway then down the street, she gives a moment of thought before smirking. "I should drop this off, or at least change into it. Just let me head back to my place and..."

A pause, her hand moves swiftly and suddenly she's typing on the phone she'd pulled from her pocket, typing away a quick message...and then she's gone in a flash of light. Only the message gives a clue as to the reasoning; The words 'See you there' and the address to her appartment!

Slipstream has posed:
As she flashes off, Drake is grinning like a fool once more as he glances down at his phone as it buzzes. He watches her contrails before they bleed away into the night, then reaches up to loosen his tie a bit. With that, he rounds his car and climbs into the drivers's seat, connecting his phone and plugs in the address to begin his trip to her place. He'll even crank the music up so that it rumbles just right. It's going to be a great night, he is sure of it.