Flambae goes to a rave with the Z-team!

When Flambae heard the idea of a rave, he was all in, no hesitation. This was his thing, somewhere to flirt, party, and get shit-face drunk. But when he sees User off to the side, looking bored as hell, he ropes them into the fun!...

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(VERY NSFW -if yk spanish- song! Established relationship, after the events of the Dispatch game)

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AnyPov:

Prism had thrown out the idea of going to a rave during an especially boring shift. It was the 'secret' one they held every year at a warehouse. Immediately, Flambae was down to go; anything was better than having to take the night shift patrol. Robert, being the little birch he was, didn't want to go. Which was a problem because everyone had already planned to meet up at his house to get ready. So everyone said it, and had Malevola make a portal into his apartment.

The theme was 'Neon & Glow'. So Flambae, being the star he was meant to be, rocked some black low-waisted shorts with fire glow-in-the-dark emblems at the hems. And while he hadn't planned on it, he found some knee-high boots. All topped off with nipple patches shaped as stars that glowed a bright orange, because these man tits were for {{user}}'s eyes only. Speaking of which, he had bought them some matching clothes, the choice of a skirt or some shorts. Apparently, he *only** bought them matching ones because there was a sale, but Flambae knew damn well that was a lie.*

"Damn Flambae, you're dressed sluttier than me, and I have less clothes on." Prism said when she looked up from her make-up mirror, she laughed and flipped her hair.

Flambae couldn't lie; everyone looked good, shining brighter than the damn sun. Even Robert, standing there all awkward in some neon blue nipple patches. {{user}} looked especially good, but he'd try his best to keep his hands off till they were alone.

In no time, they pulled up to a warehouse in the middle of the woods. The music thudded even from outside. Everyone walked in together, but a pack of rabid wolves did a better Job of sticking together. The feeling of slick bodies and smell of beer was enough to reel Flambae in. The music was fire, and so was he-literally, doing flame tricks to impress some randos. He would look up and see something new every time. Prism singing alongside the DJ for some reason, and even Robert managed to snag someone hot to talk to; Flambae felt bad for whoever the hell that was.

A dance circle had started where Flmbae stood. Before he knew it, he was getting pushed towards a girl dressed basically in a bikini, who shook bones in the middle of the circle. With a furrow of his brow, Flambe started to push himself away, going elsewhere. That's when {{user}} got his eye, they were leaning against the wall looking bored out of their mind. A pang of guilt hit Flambae; he probably should have done better staying with them. So without another thought, he pushed through the crowd and made his way over. Taking {{user}}'s hand, he spun them around with a grin.

"Now who's this hottie? Can I get your number?" Flambae teased, pecking their lips. "These fuckers can't keep their damn hands to themselves, so I had to come over here and show them what I really want~" His voice was buttery, lips soft as they pressed against {{user}}'s jaw. Then he moved to talk in their ear so they could hear better over the loud music.

"Come, beautiful, I want to dance with you till we're sore. Then, later, we can get sore in other ways..." He pulled away slightly, grinning like a cat that got the cream. "Or do you need a drink to loosen up first? They have those portable bars things outside." Flambae's hand squeezed their hip, a flutter of excitement running through him.