Following Miles' 'rescue' of Rickett, most of the group woke from their naps and roused themselves from the relative coolness of the RV. Those who hadn't showered did so and everyone sought out food in one form or another. The festival had surprisingly decent food considering and everyone knew from experience to force themselves to eat. Their internal body clocks still struggled with the new schedule, but they would be as ready as they could be for the festivities that night.
A few hours of conversation and several more mostly innocent dares later, their camp sight became rather popular with the neighbors. They weren't loud or obnoxious, but the opportunity to observe someone spontaneously told to do something embarrassing was quite the draw. Spirits were high as dusk approached and everyone was in various states of getting ready.
The group had chosen this night's general theme as 'mesh' which saw quite a bit of creativity on what was under it or the absence of something under it. Skirts in various light colors adorned all the ladies but Sandra who had opted for fine mesh stockings to mid-thigh and what looked like lacy panties. Colorful mesh tops made up the other parts of their outfits with Tami in a white tube top underneath and Danni a bikini top. Lance graciously accepted the role of pastie patrol for the other ladies and took his job very seriously to make sure nothing fell out of place.
The boys showed off their chests in mesh shirts with Rickett and Matt both opted for mesh pants with a matching speedo underneath. They grinned at the whistles and teasing from the ladies and a dare from Olivia put Lance in purple boxer briefs instead of his intended shorts. Miles was distracted with his phone throughout a lot of the banter and escaped showing off more than his mid-thigh multi colored running shorts.
Everyone put makeup on to some extent with silver and colorful glitter applied the most liberally. An escalating series of dares with a glow in the dark pen saw several of the group's bodies adorned with a lewd phrase or two in good humor. Drinks were cracked and pregaming took another chunk of time before it was dark. The group set off on the rather long walk to the festival entrance.
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The festival on the second night was everything of the first night cranked up to 11. The place was packed with people in quite the range of outfits. They saw standard street clothing to full formal wear (which seemed crazy hot to dance in) to things that one had to see to really appreciate. Most of the group were in agreement that the bubblegum bondage pixie flitting around giving packs of gum to people would be the best of the night.
It was the music and the dancing that they had mostly come for and the group split to hit some of the different stages. Sandra's rave fam got to meet Lance, Rickett, and Olivia as they set up mid field of one of the harder stages. They danced, bonded, and Sandra even graciously provided drinks using her VIP badge at the restricted bar. They were all riding the energy of the night before they returned to the crew's meeting place for their first anticipated show of the night.
Everyone arrived roughly on time except for Miles and Danni. Tami took advantage of the lull in the action to complete the rest of her pending dare. She hit Rickett with a toe-curling kiss in the middle of the group's circle. She bowed, blushing, to the round of applause that followed. After that and the group was all together, they pushed into the crowd and danced their hearts out.
It was easy to get lost in the energy of the crowd and music pounding into their very souls. The dare concept melted from the groups minds as they simply were content to be. They danced with each other, by themselves, and even with several randoms that had the right vibe. The group broke to see other sets and flowed back together as time compressed into a euphoric rush. It wasn't until dawn broke that they stood blinking at the new light and the realization they had partied the night away.
Sluggishly, the group made their way back to camp with the rest of the crowd. Excitement still buzzed inside, but it was muted with fatigue. Matt and Olivia seemed to have the most energy left, but they all needed a good rest after today. Most of them opted for a shower to help shake off the sweat from dancing for hours, but a few fell asleep as soon as they made it to their beds. They did manage a bit of teasing as they slipped into respective stalls, but even that was muted. Soon, everyone passed out as the sun steadily rose higher.
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Olivia stirred as her phone buzzed next to her side. Her head spun, but she managed to check who messaging her. It was Rachael and she had sent several messages from about an hour ago. Curious enough to not just go back to sleep, she popped open the app and suddenly found herself much more awake.
Olivia reached out and shook Matt's shoulder. When he didn't respond she shook it again and earned an annoyed glare from her husband. Not bothering to explain, she held her phone in front of his face and let him see the picture of Rachael. It took a moment for Matt's eyes to adjust, but he took in the selfie of Rachael standing in the airport. A quick scroll showed her in a rideshare and then...
"Fuck... she is here at the camp entrance?" he whispered to Olivia. She nodded and pointed at the question at the bottom.
