genessia | Welcome to the Festival of Fireflies

Welcome to the Festival of Fireflies

Who: You! Anyone and everyone is welcome to come!
What: A Festival of Fireflies with games, food, rides and more!
Where: Genessia
When: August 15th-20th. Starting at 7pm
Warnings: Be sure to warn in your threads appropriately.

[The gates are open and the air is filled with the sound of music. Whether you're a reveler, a vendor or anything in between-- come and enjoy the festival!

The Firefly Masquerade post is here]

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[Now this sounded like a hell of a lot of fun and Reno was all too determined to do something stupid, as is his usual prerogative with this kind of thing. But he's sort of figured out how this kind of thing works as he's already found the music he wants to use for all of this. Not his usual style but fuck being family friendly, right?

Given he's accustomed to wearing as little as possible, the t-shirt is already pretty see through at this point. But he hardly seems to care as the water hits him, movements starting out pretty tame as he teases at the bottom of the shirt, pulling it up just to about chest level before letting it fall back down again.

Evidently he's a flexible shit, too, given he's taking this opportunity for a few more... interesting moves. More like how the hell does he even manage to do that split with such ease (don't question it) or move his hips as much as he actually is.

Hands are teasing on pulling his pants further down, going only so far to about just above crotch level, not showing anything other than hair the same color as his damn hair. Someone probably should stop him, but at least he's being nice enough to avoid showing every little thing.

Honestly, it probably looks more like a stripper's act than anything else, but he seems to be enjoying himself enough until the end hits him like a ton of bricks and he's pushing himself off the floor of the stage to merely slink off like he'd just given a speech or something.

What even.]

[ She can't.

The fellow red head is face-down on the desk, using both hands to cover her head because why. ~~She's going to freaking murder Ace if she ever finds out this is his fault.~~

Still, she'll base Reno's score off of what little she manages to see, very meekly meeting his eye before turning away and holding up the 8 sign again. ]

[What even indeed. Rude hadn't even been planning on going anywhere near any of these competitions but Reno had signed up and Rude had figured it's the partnerly thing to do to show up for moral support.

And to make sure Reno doesn't actually turn this into a strip show. There's a point where he thinks he's actually going to have to go haul the redhead off the stage but one thing Reno has always been good at is tightrope-walking the line while still not technically setting a toe over it.

Technically. Personal opinion may beg to differ.

And even as it's warm enough that Reno will probably dry off naturally, Rude is waiting at the side of the stage with a towel they may or may not need and two beer bottles that they will definitely need.]

You ever end up needing a second job, we know where to start.

[Because who needs congratulations when there's a partner willing to tease about it right there?]

[Pft, give him something to do and maybe he won't run off and do ridiculous things like this. But he had fun with it, if what he was doing was any indication. But either way he's grinning as he moves off the stage, taking the towel to only really bother with drying his hair off with a quick movement. The bonuses of having ridiculous hair, he really doesn't have to do anything with it other than dry it off. The rest of him will dry off naturally and it doesn't seem to bother him to be wet right now anyway.

That beer bottle waiting for him is also appreciated, taking it after he's done with the towel and immediately cracking into it and taking a long drink from it before he decides to actually answer his words. Rude, come on, you stop that.]

As if I'd do that shit for money, that just makes it boring. [He comments, his free hand merely waving it off as he goes to head away from the bustle of the festival.] 'Sides, given how that kind of thing tends to go? I'd rather not end up like the slum girls, I left that shit behind.

Point.

[Rude knows full well that the notion of mixing business with pleasure is a sour one for Reno, for the simple fact of bringing business into it at all. Which makes it the ideal tease, in some ways, because they both know it's nothing to get worked up over.

Speaking of worked up, though. Rude had stuck around to keep an eye on things but he knows what that show was really about - he's known Reno for too damn long not to have picked up on things like that - and so the bid to move away is met with a knowing smile (as much as Rude ever does smile) as Rude stays right where he is.]

Call me if you're worried you'll end up dead.

[Beyond that? Rude's not terribly interested in watching something he's seen from his partner countless times before.]

[Crystal is enjoying the show and she lets her eyes wander over his frame and then move to where he clearly wants her to look.

She'll give him an 9.5]

[See, Crystal, this is the way things are supposed to go for him. Even if once he's dried off a bit he's going to investigate this lovely who decided to give him that high score.

At least he's mostly dressed normally again, not that the dry t-shirt is much different from the wet one, but details.]

Liked what ya saw? [Oh boy, prepare for that brand of ridiculousness.]

[Crystal turns to him with a smile.]

I did, care to show me more?

[He should be prepared to have his ridiculousness matched.]

[Don't encourage this behavior, it'll only make things worse. Probably.

But he's grinning the whole way, hands stuffed into his pockets. He's not entirely sure if she's playing with him or not, but he may as well see where this sort of thing goes, right?]

Depends on what you want to see, don't it? [There's a light hint of teasing in his tone, just leaving that ball in her court.]

[Crystal continues to smile at him, taking a small step closer and lowering her voice.]

What if I want to see the full show? I'm sure we can find a private place to go.

[Huh, he hadn't really expected for her to be that forward about things, but it's very much appreciated instead of just beating around the bush. Though he does raise a brow in curious question, but he supposes he doesn't have the intimidating factor of who works for working against him in this place.]

Don't see why we couldn't, though getting the fuck outta here seems to be the first step. [But he does grin a little, glancing around the area for but a moment, bit of habit more than anything else.]

Gotta say, it's refreshing to see a woman, or anyone for that matter, knowing exactly what they want.

I see no reason to play coy.

[Crystal is the sort of person who always goes after what she wants. She takes a step towards Reno, her fingers lightly resting on his side as she guides him away.]

I was heading to the changing area. I have a tent set up for me. Perhaps you can give me a hand?

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