There are 243 Earth days to one Venetian day

[onlyanapple]

[Today, Crowley is setting up tables and chairs in the Nines. He's already waved his hand, with a thought clearing away the dust of the place. It had been a while since he'd been here, but he knew Barney would approve of its use today. Crowley opens his journal to dictate into it]

So, people. I've got an activity for you all. It's a game, one we haven't played here in Paradisa for some time. It's called Never Have I Ever. The way you play is simple. People gather in a place with lots of alcohol. Someone states something that is true about themselves, that they haven't done, such as "Never Have I Ever got drunk and passed out' and so on. Those playing who have done such a thing, have to take a shot. Then you move onto another player and the game repeats until everyone is hammered or bored.

So if you feel like playing, do come to the Nines bar, room 722. I'll even be nice and have soda for the younger players. But if they come out of this mentally scarred that's their own problem.

[[OOC: This is a total open post for characters to mingle and play. Make your own statements, react to others, have fun and make some new CR! Or learn some things about old CR]]

Comments

[well_assembled]

[She raises a brow right back.]

Not the best career move, granted. But not the worst either.

[last_rat_standing]

I suppose that would depend on which career.

[He smirks cryptically.]

[well_assembled]

[She was more than a little tipsy, and he was more than a little cute.]

I have a very specific skill set, I do contract work.

[last_rat_standing]

[Color him interested... both in the comment and in, well, her. What?]

And what skills might those be?

[well_assembled]

[She's not exactly bored herself.]

I'm in the Necessary business. I do what's necessary.

[last_rat_standing]

As am I.

[His smirk stays but his eyes darken just a touch to show the truth behind his words. This game just got a lot more interesting]

[well_assembled]

That sounds dangerous.

[If only that was some sort of deterent. You have her interest Mr. Bond.]

I'm Natasha.

[Tiniest bit of Russian slipping in her pronounciation.]

[last_rat_standing]

[Oh a woman who lives dangerously. He likes you already, Natasha]

Bond. James Bond.

[well_assembled]

[That name...of course, James. Fuck, might as well drain that glass, she was going to need it.]

One of my favorite names, rolls well off the tongue.

[last_rat_standing]

[Oh great. Her, too? Oh well. He raises an eyebrow]

It's popular name so I've been told.

[well_assembled]

[She nodded, give her a few seconds and she could pull herself together no matter how much she'd had to drink.]

I've never been disappointed by one yet.

[last_rat_standing]

Met many, have you?

[she's certainly got his interest. Any woman who can drink like that and does what kind of work he has a feeling she does is worth watching.]

[well_assembled]

A few, one worth note. One I'm suddenly finding interesting.

[Oh they could have very long interesting talks, these two could.]

[last_rat_standing]

[He chuckles]

So I'm interesting, now?

[well_assembled]

Getting more so by the minute.

[She moved closer and leaned in to whisper.]

So just how short is your list for this game?