Glowsticks and Painting Chicks Aug 5, 2014 22:13:23 GMT
Post by Chip on Aug 5, 2014 22:13:23 GMT
“I feel kind of weird with my hair lighting up so much, Stan. Is it really necessary?” Arryn asked her cousin as he leaned down and clipped LED hairclips to her hair. He combed the multicolored lights through her recently straightened and combed blonde hair with his fingers, his lips drawn over to one side as he looked it over. Arryn stared up at him, her lips pressed together in a half pout.
The cousins were on their way to a party Stan’s friends had told him about. But this wasn’t any old party—it was a rave party, something that happened very frequently in the party district of Eden. There was a studio, often used for performances and rehearsals for actors and various parties. The entire studio had been rented out for tonight and what was being hosted was a rave one of Stan’s friends had said they’d be attending.
Raves weren’t really Arryn’s scene. Arryn was wearing a black and neon green shirt that Stan had convinced her to pick up when he took her to the thrift store that afternoon. Stan had wanted her to go with something a flashier and little more solid neon, but Arryn had said that she had no need for a shirt like that and instead got this one, which she might by some chance actually wear again.
“Of course it’s necessary. The party gets really dark, and you’ll be able to be seen if you wear these things.”
“But I’m wearing this necklace already…” Arryn said, running her fingers through the glow in the dark necklaces resting on her torso. “But.. if you say so, I suppose they are interesting…”
Holding up her slim fit black jeans was a green belt that was green to match her shirt and necklaces (A/N: pretend the shades match up ok I know they’re not perfect). She glanced at herself. “I feel like a neon sign, Stan…”
“That’s the point!” Stan pulled his green shutter shades that glowed in the dark and placed them on top of his head. He was wearing a black outfit that had a handprint on it, paired with some baggy shirts highlighted in green and thick sneakers he’d bought for 10 dollars at the thrift store.
As much as he hated working at McDonalds upon Jack’s insisting, the extra cash was a bonus. His last accessory was a glowing bracelet that he adjusted once his cousin was decked out in her hair extensions.
The pair had arrived downtown on the bus, sans glow in the dark accessories. They had decided—mostly on Arryn’s insistence, Stan wouldn’t have minded—to only put these things on when they arrived. Arryn didn’t want to be glowing in the night on the bus ride down. Shockingly enough there were actually a wide variety of people on the bus decked out in glow gear and odd outfits. Stan was not the only one invited to this rave party.
Arryn had never been to a rave. Stan had told her it was a gathering of people listening to loud music and having the time of their lives. While Jack was working the overnight shift Stan and Arryn decided to go out to the party. Arryn didn’t want to go at first, but Stan had said he’d be lonely going alone. He put on his best kicked puppy expression and, as he anticipated, Arryn had agreed to go with him to try to appreciate what he liked to do.
The two walked side by side as they reached the line for the rave, which was already extending down the street. Arryn’s eyes widened as she caught sight of some girls removing their jackets and revealing scandalous outfits that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, mini-skirts, obnoxious hairdos, and brightly colored eyes. Stan noticed her reaction and a grin formed on his face.
Boy, was she in for a night to remember.
“What on earth is she wearing…” Arryn said, and Stan laughed, ushering his cousin up further in the line. The music could be heard all the way outside, something blasting extremely loud with a bass line that matched her heartbeat. “What… I can hear the music all the way out here, is it necessary for it to be so loud?”
Stan didn't comment, but his grin grew. When they reached the door, he nodded over at the guy holding it open. Once inside the lobby, he led Arryn over towards the main event—the lights beyond the studio’s archway were completely off, flashing multicolored lights flickered in and out of focus, and the music was even louder than it was outside. Here in the lobby people were drinking water (and other such substances) and talking with friends, goofing off, taking a break from dancing.
“S—Stan, what is—“
“C’mon! The party’s inside!” Stan said, grabbing Arryn by the arm and pulling her into the darkened room as the bass dropped and the entire room seemed to go crazy.
"I--I don't think--," Arryn stuttered, but Stan wasn't listening. She could feel Stan’s hand wrapped around her wrist and could see him only by the shutter shades glowing like a sign on top of his head. But there were other people with the shades of Stan’s height, glowing in the dark. A blue strobe light flashed across the duo, allowing Arryn to see the outline of Stan’s back as he excitedly brushed against some people. “Stanley!” It was useless—Arryn couldn’t even be sure she’d said a word over the music.
She prayed he didn’t let go of her hand. She didn’t want to get lost in this crowd.
Stan eventually stopped and started moving with the crowd, and Arryn felt like a fish out of water. So many people were here, glowing. She wasn’t moving and stayed glued to Stanley, inching closer to him even as he started to jump up and down with another girl facing him. Arryn’s eyes took in the person beside her—he was wearing a neon yellow hat that said RAVE and pants that seemed to glow the color of piss. She felt him bump into her and stumbled back into her cousin, who turned to look at her with a grin?
”Having fun?” He asked, but Arryn couldn’t hear him and tilted her head to the side,
”What? I can’t hear you—“ Arryn winced when the music seemed to get even louder and Stan’s attention was completely gone. Arryn swallowed a lump in her throat and stared over at the arch that led to the brightly lit lobby like it was the gate to heaven.