Never Have I Ever

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The "Never Have I Ever" Meme

Never Have I Ever, for those of you haven't heard of it, is a classic drinking game. Individuals take turns stating something they've never done, and everyone who has done it takes a drink. And then embarrassment and teasing and general fun is had by all.

HOW THIS WORKS

✔ Post with your character. This is your thread for as many 'Never have I ever' statements you'd like to make!
✔ Under your own thread, reply to yourself ICly with a statement of something your character has never done.
✔ Post as many 'nevers' as you like, but each 'never' should be it's own comment string, under your character's thread.
✔ Other characters reply to whichever 'nevers' they like, drinking or not drinking as appropriate.
✔ Optional rule: If you drink, you have to explain the situation in which the 'never' occurred!
✔ Another optional rule: Forced honestly is okay, if you have a character that wouldn't talk/share anything.
✔ Threadjacking is encouraged! Particularly if it's to make fun of someone for their answer/drinking.
✔ HAVE FUN PEOPLE

Comments

noctis lucis caelum

[nascere]

[nascere]

Never have I ever managed to protect someone I love, or lived up to expectations.

[ eh, might as well. ]

[redwinekindofgirl]

[Taaaaps the sides of her glass.]

Sucks, doesn't it.

[nascere]

[ drink up. ]

Yeah. Tell me about it.

[redwinekindofgirl]

Don't think I need to.

[Shrug.]

People actually tell you that you fucked up, or is it just that you can see the disappointment when they look at you?

[nascere]

Both.

First one was just more recent. [ He looks down at his glass, then takes a drink. ]

You?

[redwinekindofgirl]

Eh, only every time my dad looks at me. He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't have to.

[More fidgeting with the glass.]

And the people I miss, you know, because they're dead.

[nascere]

Mm.

[ dads, right. noctis wonders, not for the first time, if regis has ever thought of him that way. that he ultimately just -- maybe fell short of the king regis was. ]

We just keep adding to the list.

[redwinekindofgirl]

Yeah...

[Sigh.

She wonders if her dad would care if he knew this was how she saw him now. He hadn't always been so stern, but he only cared about one thing now, and it wasn't her.]

I wish my mom was still around.

[claritatis]

[Sigh.]

Noctis...

[nascere]

[ the king looks him dead in the eye, reaches out for ignis' glass, and drains it.

they both know ignis doesn't need a drink for this one.

apropos of nothing: ] Wish they had champagne. Easier to swallow.

[claritatis]

I'd thank you not to assume my thoughts on the matter.

[But spoken softly, because they both know he would have never so much as looked at his glass for a comment like that one.

That Noctis feels so much pain jabs at him, and knowing that he would cause at least part of it makes it sting all the more. He would have never wanted his friend to feel guilt on his behalf, for actions his chose to take, yet between that, and losing him altogether...]

... I was never fond of champagne.

[nascere]

I know.

[ Noctis muses behind his glass, nursing the unpleasant liquid. What they both don't know yet is that Ignis is going to lose him anyway; it's just a matter of time. ]

What you wouldn't give for an Ebony, huh?

[claritatis]

Some fairly humiliating things, I imagine.

[He smiles, albeit weakly. You don't want to know about the horrendous and daily headaches he had when he got here and didn't have access to his favourite drink anymore.

Ignis quiets, and the silence between them feels like a weight that no amount of forced small-talk can lift.]

Noctis--... [He begins, though the sentence aborts before he can continue. A soft sigh leaves him and he looks down at his hands, shaking his head.

When he looks up, it's with a softened expression.]

If it helps to know... you've always far exceeded my expectations.

[nascere]

[ Noctis' eyes flicker down to his cup, his expression unreadable. No, this silence is a weight nothing else can lift -- it's something that Noctis bears, for better or worse.

He knows, though. He knows. It's nice to hear, but there are some things that don't go away just because you want it to. ]

You've got seriously low standards.

[ He jokes, and it's a weak one, the smile accompanying it short-lived. Noctis finishes his glass, then pours himself another. ] I'll make it right. Somehow.

[dedikated]

( ...She's just going to push her glass away from her there, before a moment's pause has her picking it back up.

Once. The dying was a fine price to pay. )

[nascere]

[ he tips his glass briefly and drinks. ]

[dedikated]

( It's a bit grim for this game, innit?

There's always going to be that one voice in her head that sounds like Marc filling in responses he'll never be able to give, no matter how many years go by. But they're words that aren't said, and instead: )

What brought this on?

( Subtle as a brick, this one. Though nice enough to push the bottle over towards Noctis. )

[odinbolt]

( Has she?

Lighting's somewhere Serah has yet to find. Snow ran to help find her. Serah's always been helped by others, protected by them. Lebreau even reminded her of that. And she's learned to fight, to protect herself, and tried to do better but...

Has she managed it? Snow's a l'cie again, and Serah's no closer to finding Lightning than she was before. And instead she's here, trying to play house and building study buildings. )

... I don't know.

[nascere]

Mm.

[ his response is non-committal, because what do you say to that, really? he pours himself a glass, and drinks. ]

[odinbolt]

( She elects not to take a drink, and looks at Noctis with a half-attempt at a smile.

There's still time. )

I guess... all we can do, is to do better, right?

[nascere]

[ it's okay, he'll take that drink. ]

You okay?

[odinbolt]

( Hmm... )

Yeah. I am. ( She can do better. And she will. ) You know, I started my journey to try and find my sister? I guess it just reminded me that I can't do that while I'm here.

[am_i_a_monster]

I protected someone I love once. Do I take half a drink?

[unweaving]

[ For a moment, she's seriously considering grabbing him and giving him the Kenny Crow treatment. Of course, forcing him to take a drink would not only not go down well but put her in a position where she has to explain, and since she's got a strict no-spoilers policy she settles for giving him a flat look and pushing a glass in his direction before she knocks her own back. ]

You know drinking games are supposed to be fun, right?