Rave Wave (Bevatoria and meomeo)

You could smell it in the air. The thick haze of fog, drugs, sweat, the air that somehow felt cool, and yet did nothing to quell the growing heat in the lair. Heat generated not only by the presence of so many grinding, dancing bodies in close proximity, but also by the lustful looks between the people participating. It didn't matter if they knew each other, and if anything, anonymity only increased the desire in their gazes; the deliciousness in the brushing of their bodies together. Young men and women looking to get lost in a night of endless debauchery; only hinted at in the loud, bassy music hinting at the release of sexual desires and debauchery.

That was a feeling currently not shared by the guys who'd been hired to do the catering. The guy in charge, Nate Heller, was the son of the owner. He'd hired his buddies thinking they'd get gigs around weddings, corporate events, easy parties where they could ogle the ladies.

The best part was - no aprons as long as they weren't serving hot food; just the hats to indicate they were a part of the catering crew. For his part, Nate had an sleeveless blue/white shirt to go with maroon shorts, and was ready to join the party when they stopped serving food in...he looked at his phone, and sighed.

Too damn long.

The ravers had stopped grabbing food for the moment, so he made his way over to the second man on the four man crew, Darren. Darren was already shirtless, his bassy voice getting more then its share of giggles and swoons as he worked his small table with a smile and perfectsly pearly white teeth.

"Hope you're enjoying yourself." teased Nate, and Darren only laughed as he looked at the increasingly crowded dance floor.

"I'll enjoy it more when I can fucking drink." Technically, they weren't supposed to drink on the job, and Darren - for all of his jovialness - followed the rules to the letter. Nate only gave a bit of a smirk in response, as he looked at one of their colleagues, laughing during a break with a few of the scantily clad ladies.

"I'm pretty sure Quince has had a few already." He nodded at the man. "Trying to impress the ladies."

"Yeah." Darren leaned in to Nate somewhat conspicously, folding his arms across his muscled chest. "There was one in particular that was eying me up something fierce - seemed to be flaunting it with all the guys."

That sentence could describe many of the people here, as many of the young women there were wearing very little and dancing as if they wanted to fuck anyone and everyone. Nate knew that his crew of guys was pretty well built; catering wasn't exactly a job for muscleheads so they all pushed each other as hard in the gym as they did at work.

Still, as his gaze focused, he thought he knew who Darren was talking about, and his gaze fell on one young woman in particular...

**3 hours earlier**

"Yeah, yeah, I got the drinks." Nate had been at this job long enough to not get irrtated with the customer service aspect - some parts of this job were pretty grunt level, and this was definitely one of them. Even the pretty, half naked blonde in front of him - her outfit showed off all the right places - didn't keep him from being a little miffed.

Although at least she said 'please'. At a rave, you were lucky to get anything coherent, even when they were ordering, and he called out to Quince to fire up the burgers when he felt a hand on his arm. Turning to her, he smiled; even in his somewhat disheveled state, the physical contact from the young woman sent a little surge of excitement.

"Actually, y'know what.... scratch the salad. I'm kinda starving. What's a good choice on your menu? Won't mind some meat."

Nate tilted his head in mock confusion. "Don't know about that. I'd hate to fill you up with anything you didn't want..." His own gaze ran up and down her upper half, stopping at where her shorts began (and ended very quickly afterwards), he met her eyes daringly.

"The chorizo sausage is pretty good. Might be a little big for you, though..." Nate said, his eyes protesting innocence even if his slightly widening smile gave him away. "Can be hard to fit into your mouth in one bite."

Okay, that was pushing it. Still, it was a rave, and it wasn't as if she probably hadn't been propositioned several times already in more crude forms.

***Present***

He saw her looking around, and Nate frowned in curiosity. He had seen her with a group of people before, and Nate wondered if that was who she was looking for. Darren's attention had already been diverted to a brunette in a bikini that was barely staying on her, and Nate gave him a squeeze on the shoulder and a pull in Tricia's direction (not that they knew her name yet).

But it was one if their friends, Antonio, who got there first; he had one a white tank top (fresh, since he'd just finished his obligations to the trucks for the evening) and mesh shorts as he walked over to the young, attractive blonde.

"Senor rita." Antonio always enjoyed cliche as he looked at her, probably the only guy not visibly eye humping her, only because he was doing it in his head instead. "Is everything all right?"

Nate enjoyed her teasing and flirting, and the view that she gave (intentionally or unintentionally) by leaning over the counter. "Sure thing." He said, thinking of things other then 'beeping' he wanted to do to the scantily clad, fit and thin blonde who was smiling at him.

Naturally, she caught him looking, and Nate grinned sheepishly. "Sorry." He laughed, watching as the payment went through. "I only look at the ones who deserve it." He wasn't kidding with that, but what he left out was that he thought a lot of the hotties here 'deserved' to get checked out. What did they expect, dressed like that?

He at least waited to lick his lips until she was gone. Fuck, that ass...
But the moment they had a breather, Quince came up, wiping the sweat off his brow. "These girls are dope, man. Hope we get a run at them later." Giving Nate a look, he raised his eyebrows in a gesture that was unnecessary; he knew full well what he meant by 'have a run at them'.

He gave another look at the blonde, who caught him glancing a time or two. Eventually - after Antonio finally came over to relieve him for a bit - he made his way over to her with a smile, cleaning up some of the litter around.

"Did you enjoy the Chorizo?" He asked politely, the tease in his voice. "I've got plenty more where that came from if you want something bigger..."