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thisavrou_log2016-08-05 04:35 pm
gentlemenpreferblondes) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-08-05 04:35 pm
gentlemenpreferblondes) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-08-05 04:35 pm
NEVER HAVE I EVER - OPEN
At some point, someone—who remembers who it was—suggests a game of Never Have I Ever. The rules are simple; someone makes a statement of a thing they have never done. Those who have done it take a drink. Surely everyone will walk away from the game knowing each other a little better, having become closer friends.
[ooc: it was suggested by unnamed guilty parties that the log host an IC game of Never Have I Ever! To give it some structure, participants should make they're "I've never" statements in this thread, followed by separate "I have" drinking threads for each character that can be reacted too individually. An example can be seen here. Have fun!]
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[Looks innocently at Nathan. IT'S NOTHING PERSONAL. But hey gotta get it started. Besides the answers might be interesting.]
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friendsacquaintances have been responding. As the drinks kept flowing, he waited his turn and then, during a lull, he called out. ]Never have I ever engaged in a sexual encounter involving multiple partners at one time.
[ Pick the -some of your choice. He's drinking, by the way. ]
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Never have I ever left someone behind.
[ Of course, Tex is saying this in such a way that it doesn't underline what happened at Freelancer—it sounds like she's talking about friendships, not rescues. She picks her glass up, not meeting anyone's eye, and drinks. ]
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[ He doesn't drink. ]
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Never have I ever eaten so much I felt like a piece of shit for, like, a day afterwards.
[Please excuse him while he drains two shots. Yeah, they all end up on the floor. He's a skeleton, whaddya want from him?]
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[How did this severed head get up on the bar? Now isn't that a question for the ages. Regardless, though: He's sitting there, a thick towell laid out beneath him, and a somber enough look on his face. An argument could be made that the dude could really use a drink.]
Never have I ever... Turned down a fight.
[... he wasn't always just a head, you know. And nobody's actually challenged him to one since he got his noggin lopped off.]
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[She's such a liar, she's excellent at this game.]
Hm. [She stares at the shot, thinking, thinking...] Never have I ever... lost a fistfight.
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[ He's drinking, of course, but he also lifts a challenging eyebrow at the assembled personage. WOW HIM, YOU DISASTERS. ]
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[Liar liar]
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Never have I ever threatened someone who I had no hope of beating.
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Never have I ever been horseback riding. [ She's never so much as been to a farm. Aw, dammit. Her expression crinkles just a bit as she realizes she probably would have gotten more people to drink if she'd gone with that instead. ]
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And yet she there she is, face slightly red as she's grown somewhat tipsy after the few rounds of the Never Have I Ever-game and having to drink almost during each round. Although the rules are still a bit unclear to her.
When it finally becomes her turn, she takes takes out a post-it note and pen from the bar counter, writing with slowly on it and placing it in middle of the table.]
never have I posted on network while being drunk.
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J | OTA
J can be found working behind the bar counter through the whole night. She's wearing an elegant black dress, her hair is dyed to more whiter color and there's few pearls decorating her beautiful curls. She's clearly in her element at the bar, her stance casual and laid back, greeting each customer with a charming smile on her lips. Really, it's just like back in the good old days when she still had her voice. However, while she's still lenient about serving alcohol to people of underage, she's now paying much more attention to who orders and what, writing each name to her bookkeeping and listing all the promised trades.
But as the night gets late J decides to take a small break, letting someone else to tend the bar for a while. She takes her cigarettes out from under the bar counter and moves to one of the vacant seats to smoke. Despite the long and tiring working hours, she's still in a excellent mood, pleased to see how the humble bar was doing. Which, to be honest, wasn't all too surprised seeing how many regulars she used to have back in the original bar. Placing the lit cigarette between her lips, she reaches down and takes off her heels and raises her feet lightly to rest on the chair next to her.]
/slides in here
Do your feet hurt?
[He rubs his thumb absently on her ankle bone, blinking at her owlishly. He hasn't been able to stop staring since his third glass. She's just so pretty tonight, not that he doesn't always think that, but the added boost of liquid warmth in his stomach makes it near impossible to stop thinking about it.]
ohgosh this is already awful hahah
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Nathan Drake | OTA
At least he's in a much better mood this time, and a lot less drunk, at least until the games get started. Nate might not be the life of the party, but he's friendly, chatty, and hey, he just bought you a drink. What a good guy.]
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Not one to turn down such kindness (people have been giving him stuff left and right here), he takes his drink and approaches the generous soul.]
Thank you, sir.
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i'm sorry
never be sorry
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Adrien Arbuckal | OTA
Courser was starting to rebel against the doctor's habit of traveling a circuit that involved the Medbay, the showers, the library; rinse and lather, repeat. The young bahari staged a rebellion of sorts. One evening, when Adrien had finally been
booted out ofreleased from Medbay duties, after the doctor had showered and changed into 'civies' Courser had made a break for it.The bahari had lead his companion on a merry chase until they arrived at the speakeasy, a place he knew the 'password' into, only because he'd given Stark a hard time about the joke.
So this is how his antisocial ass ended up in a speakeasy type bar of all places. Because of Courser. Adrien got a water, it was all anyone would ever see him with, and found an out of the way corner in which to sit. His head was usually down, working on a jigsaw puzzle as he listened to the crowd around him. A perfect target to throw pretzels (if they had pretzels) towards. ]
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She didn't know much about him other than he was captured like her and a doctor. Both kind of important things. So she walks over and drops down next to him, examining the puzzle he's working on. Thankfully, she's managed to find some proper clothes instead of a hospital gown. And by proper, it's skinny jeans and a tank top decorated in puff paint that says "COOL DUDE" on it.]
So. Is this normally how you spend your time in bars, doctor?
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agent washington | ota
Technically, he's supposed to be in his room right now, laying in bed and resting to let a month's worth of injuries heal, but being trapped in one place with nothing to do is practically torture. Sometimes a guy has to sneak out. Besides, just sitting here and drinking isn't much different from being in bed, he's definitely not likely to make himself any worse.
Off in some quieter part of the room is where Wash can be found, sitting alone at a table with a drink in his hand and two already empty glasses off to the side. He's been wasting no time, okay? Maybe he doesn't look like the most friendly person to approach, and he does seem to be putting off a 'leave me alone' aura, but really, he's in a bar. He should be expecting some form of company at some point, right? ]
time for bickering
He flops down into the seat across from Wash and grins at him, picking up one of the empty glasses, giving it an appraising look, and then setting it back down again. ]
Wow, bad breakup? [ Great starter. ]
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Venom | Open!
He remembered declining the invitation in favor of work, and he never saw them again.
So maybe he felt that he should do something, even though it was unclear whether or not his final goal was a success. Either way, he needed something to drink, something a little harder than tea.
He'd heard a few hushed discussions about this place, so he decided to check it out for himself. It's a bit cramped for his tastes, but he manages to squeeze himself into a small corner. He orders whatever's available as he gauges the crowd. It's a pleasant atmosphere despite the noise, but unfortunately, there's no pool table.
The drink is served, and he starts to sip, noting that its... strong flavor.]
I wasn't expecting this much power in such a small cup.
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Either way, he's not drinking, because that would mean taking off the mask. Though his expression isn't discernible from behind the visor, it's clear he's decided that Venom and his small cup is the most interesting thing at the moment.
He'll humor this.]
What were you expecting?
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isha devan // ota
As always, Q is close, primly sitting on the floor, paws crossed, head straight as she lounges on a couch. Honestly, she looks like an incredibly bored, haughty queen, sprawled upon a throne.
But behind sunglasses, she's watching. Always watching. It would be more unusual for her to be simply relaxed, wouldn't it? She takes a swig of scotch on the rocks as she glances about. Happen to be nearby?]
Well, at least we're drinking like civil people at a bar now.
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Isn't the fun of drinking deciding that civility is something to be concerned about the next morning?
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Toriel | OTA
She shifts a little, unsurprisingly bumps into someone with her hip. When Toriel turns she's certainly apologetic.]
Ah! My apologies, dear. I hope I didn't spill your drink.
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No, when Toriel bumped into him... Vengarl went rolling off of the counter and onto the floor. Whoops. He makes a loud grunt as he hits the floor, clearly not happy with this situation.]
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this is so LATE sorry i just,, need this goat,,
all the goat
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Hanzo Shimada | OTA
So yes. Drinking. Hanzo is located as far as he can be from the crowd, brooding over his cup as he has a sip.
He sniff.]
Stronger than I was expecting. [It's spoken in a mutter.] A fine drink.
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He takes a big swig of the glass in his hand as he sits down; sighs contentedly. He doesn't look at Hanzo when he speaks--for all intents and purposes, he's addressing the moonshine itself. ]
Mighty fine kick to this stuff. Reminds me of home, a bit.
[ Cobbled together booze was pretty much a staple of his upbringing. ]
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OTA
Apple juice.
He could feed it through the IV system in his suit, but that would defeat the purpose now, wouldn't it? He's not keep on taking off his visor or faceplate around so many people, either, even if he's somewhat tucked away, the biolights all over his suit kind of make him stick out anyways.
He briefly considers going stealth so he can drink his damned juice like a normal person. Maybe he can take it back to his room. Would they let him?
He's never had to think so hard about the pros and cons of drinking a cup of juice.
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In any case, Hanzo is far, far off from any concept of being sober.
"Brother."
Hanzo stands, more or less upright. He's not swaying, to his credit, and is relatively convincing in his stance that he's able to stand and walk without issue.
He snorts. "Are you able to have that?"
He has an idea of what he can and cannot ingest, generally. Hanzo knows mostly the damage that was done.
It was his doing, after all.
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OTA
This is more like it! Alcohol always makes things better! Clearly! Nothing bad has ever happened under the influence!
Then again, when you're Reinhardt, it's very hard to get to the point where you can't make sound decisions after alcohol. Unless it's very, very strong. Or there's a lot of it.
He's here, though, taking up a whole table -- not on purpose, just because of the sheer size of him -- and holding a comically small bottle in his hand. Occasionally laughing and trading words with people.
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Reinhardt my man! We gotta get to know each other better, seeing as I'm gonna be making some tracks for you!
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ota (w/ shout outs to sans, mercy)
That means an off-hour, which only adds to the shadiness factor, not that he cares.
For a bar in space, it certainly leaves a lot to be desired, but he supposes they're working on it. 76 doesn't ever approach the bar for a drink (that would involve taking his visor off), but he gives the whole place a thorough once-over, eavesdropping and side-eyeing whoever else might be around.
Maybe he accidentally knocks the dart board off the wall. Embarrassing.]
mercy, on call!
It was easier to just wander back in later. Picking up a drink at the bar and wandering for a place to sit has her weaving between a couple small groups still scattered around, and it leaves her to noticing the shock of white hair off to the side and she distinctly remembers her bone to pick with him and makes her way over.
Which, she notes, is a good location to people watch. One of the widest viewing angles of the bar amongst other things. If she hadn't actively been looking, she wouldn't have seen him. As it is, she's sliding in next to him and setting her glass down quietly. ]
We meet again, 76.
[ It's cordial enough, but there's an edge to her eyes when she smiles at him. One that Jack would have recognized as the sort she gave patients looking to start trouble; a warning. ]
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