Ask Social Yo-ho, Yo-ho, a Party Life For Me

[Alexios De'jaal]

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"What in Sol's name is taking so long?" The boy groaned, tapping his foot in exasperation. "The engine of this water skimmer has broken down, Domine." The droid answered. "Kriff-- knew I should've trusted those Swelp reviews." Alex complained, tossing his head back. He didn't know which minor God or Goddess he'd pissed off to pull such a cruel joke on him, sputtering out his only means of getting to the party when he could see it, just a few hundred meters away.

He hadn't brought much with him-- a towel, some pills stashed in a baggy taped to the top of his swim shoes, and a cask of vintage Nemean wine that had been bottled before his mother had even been swaddled in the purple. "I believe that I could perform some rudimentary repairs within the next 40-50 mintues, Domine." The servant droid offered. Alex chewed on his lip, before glancing back down at the cask.

"That's waterproof, right?"

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"That's like, the second guy tonight, right?" A Pantoran boy muttered. "...pardon?" The Brentaalan asked, panting as he slowly stood up, the cask still under his arm after he'd pulled himself up and onto the deck. "I mean like, you're the second dude to swim out of the sea with booze." his friend answered, a slightly shorter Mirialan. "...huh." The human said, before shrugging as he made his way out onto the deck. He wore a pair of very short trunks that covered all it needed to, and barely anything else. Even with almost nothing on he still managed to find a way to show off.

He milled around for only a little bit, holding back from dancing as he searched for a familiar face. Plenty were at least vaguely familiar, but it had become difficult to maintain his connections with the Sith when he was constantly making return trips home. His mother was already chattering about finding him a wife-- a prospect which made the boy feel deeply uneasy. This was as much a retreat from his responsibilities as a Sith as it was from his expectations as a highborn, and a much needed one at that.

In spite of the crowd he eventually spotted a vaguely familiar set of horns attached to a ridiculously pretty looking Xeno (@Sreeya), and not to far from him was a short, pointy eared girl that he took a few seconds to recognize. (@Altaris) "Champion Kahtal?" He called, cocking an eyebrow as he approached the half Anfynn with a surprised expression. "Eire, I wasn't sure at first, but it is!" The boy exclaimed, making his way over. The prim and proper prince she'd spoken to had been replaced with an outgoing young man, eager to say hello to the only person he even vaguely knew. "You look amazing; nice meeting you again, 'specially without a bunch of corpses and a creep for a backdrop." He joked, before turning his attention to the others, a myriad of different faces he hadn't seen much of, if at all.

"I can't remember the last party I went to where everyone looked great." He declared, giving a cursory glance of everyone in the immediate vicinity. "Seriously! I'd have never had the stones to show up in a suit with all these drinks around, but you did-- and you're making it work!" The boy said, gesturing to the one in the white linen (@Faded) with a wide grin. He'd been about to say something to the one with the horns and the body of a demigod when he caught a glimpse of a Jetski sputtering out and dying on the water, his eyes widening in shock.

"If that's from the same place I rented my skimmer, I'm filing a lawsuit." The boy stated, watching as the pretty boy with the horns helped an equally pretty boy with a complexion that would've made his sister in law look colorful. (@Braden) He'd been about to mention how the skimmer was stranded-- along with a droid aide-- when a voice piped up about a couple drinking games, (@Wit) excitement quickly coloring his expression. "I've got a couple in mind if we blitz through those-- back to back, task master; if we've got some die we could roll a game of sixes!" he suggested. "Could crack open this vintage to... I can't really read the date but it starts with an 11-?" He observed, but he didn't pay attention for long.

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[Darth Draugr]

As his fellow Datho spoke, another Sith arrived but with an odd looking beverage. A skull resting inside the glass, Draugr realized what the joke might have been. It wasn't all that funny nor clever. The Zabrak let the nightsister continue on with the others as he would deal with the new arrival. Nodding to her he would let her go on.

"Speak."

Draugr would rest his gaze on the man named John, he had no idea who the guy was or why he thought his proposition was worth interrupting the conversation the Sith Master began having but it had better be good. He was missing out on drinking games for this question. Draugr's arms would fold and his right hand would come up and let his fingers wipe his eyes in a light pinching motion as he would let out a couple more words.

"Make it quick."

@Taygood @Wit

 

[John Q]

John would cap his drink and put it on his hip holster. He would drop to the floor and lay his arms out flat while crouching in a submission pose.

"I am but a lowly Sith Acolyte. Lord Draugr, your skills as a Sith are unparalleled. Your mastery of the force is unequaled. Your exploits are legendary. It would be my great honor if you would take me on as your apprentice."

@Scoobert

 

[Wodan]

As the Firrerrian struggled through the waves, he spotted the half-fish Soleil easily gliding through the water with envy. Although he could swim, Wodan wasn’t great, using more of his upper body than his legs making the whole ordeal more laboured than it needed to be. A large wave caused by an arriving speedboat (@Faded) caused Wodan to swallow a mouthful of seawater.

The coughing and spluttering had faltered his progress and he began drifting back away from the boat when he felt the telltale feel of The Force grip around his waist. Looking up at the yacht he spotted Altair near the edge. A renewed energy filled the Acolyte at seeing the Champion, he had made a fool of himself one to many times in front of the man and his pride couldn’t handle another. Finally gaining some strength in his legs he kicked his way towards the side of the yacht.

Altair helped him out of the surf and onto the side of the yacht, he was dripping wet and his shirt clung tightly to his body, the scar from Atravis clear for all to see on his chest. He chucked Altair a smile as he clapped the man on the shoulder in thanks for the assist. “Well I know you like to act the hero for all the ladies to see. I am just here to help.” He replied, tongue in cheek as he caught the floating drink taking a large mouthful as he allowed the bigger Sith to guide him towards the group.

Vahliri was the first to greet the pair as they headed back up to the party. “I am just lucky my hero was here to save me.” He answered her, giving Altair a little jab in the ribs as he spoke. “I am up for a game or two. But my drink seems to have evaporated, so I need a new one first.” He continued, waving the empty glass in the air.

@Sreeya @Altaris @Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Draugr]

As the Acolyte crouched down and laid his arms out flat, the Sith Master just looked down at him in confusion. What was this Acolyte talking about? The only two Sith he could think of being unequal was the Empress and Darth Raze. Draugr was once a Lord yes, but he was no longer that. He is only a Master, and yes he was strong compared to many others but he was not unmatched. The Acolyte was doing what the kids call brown nosing.

"I am not taking any other apprentices for a long while. My last two were failures as Sith. I refuse to subject myself to another run through. If a Master is what you seek you can look to a Champion or another Master. I am done teaching the new generation."

What Draugr said was true, Jade was his first failure. She committed treason and was beheaded by him for it. The next was Senin. The Acolyte wanted to remain in the Sith Empire but no longer as an Acolyte, but as a historian. This was thankfully not treason but yes.. a failure nonetheless.

"If there is nothing else I'll be going."

Draugr would turn away without leaving time to respond and then arriving to the rest of the group. Noticing the returned nod from Vahliri he smirked. It was nice to see he made a good enough impression on at least one of these Acolytes.

"So what's the rules of the game? I have never played Kings."

@Taygood @Wit @Sreeya @Altaris @Issachar @Tom @anyone else I missed

 

[Altair Din]

Altair laughed at Wodan’s (@Braden )response, “Bro if you wanted to help me show off to the ladies, you should’ve gotten stuck further out. Then I’d have to take my clothes off and dive in to save you,” He grinned brightly as they made their way back to the group. The tiefling was in a great mood and the drinks were flowing. He knew it was only a matter of time before he broke out into dancing and full on partying.

He only half heard about talks of a game so he focused on grabbing another shot glass and handing one to Wodan to do with him, “To a daring rescue!” He cheered as he clinked their glasses and tossed his shot back. As he came across the group, his gaze flicked back to the other tiefling (@Wit ), lingering on her for a while. He gave her a smile, his tail swishing playfully. She would recognize these gestures at once, “Ain’t seen you before. I’m Altair.”

Altair was distracted when Draugr (@Scoobert ) walked over to join them. He quickly stood up a bit straighter and elbowed Wodan gingerly in the side to do the same and look presentable - as much as he could while still drenched. Of course Altair was oblivious to the little hot pink drink umbrella he had stuck in his hair courtesy of @Coffey Curran , “Master Draugr,” The tiefling nodded respectfully, “Pleased to have you join us.”

Damn, why’d a Sith Master have to show up here? Altair grabbed another drink, deciding he wouldn’t let that cramp his style. Hopefully Altair acting a fool would only get him thrown overboard instead of over a castle balcony like Raze tended to do.

 

[Coffey Curran]

As the Sith Master approached, Coffey turned to him. Not like someone would a friend, at first it was mostly gazing over to see what was moving closer. Then a subtle double take to make sure. The Sith Master was approaching? Shit, Coffey's brain practically yelled at itself, and I thought I was uncomfortable around Champions. We best abort now to save our dignity. The body did not follow. Instead he turned to the Zabrak and saluted, not a rigid one but one fit for more casual settings.

"I am Leiutenant Coffey Curran, former Assault Corps and current Foreign Legions. You must be Master Draugr. I have heard many good things about you sir, I hope we work together in the future." He tried to remain cool, sliding on a pair of aviators to hide his eyes. Yet probably to the former Lord the nervousness was oozing from every pore in his body. He never really interacted with Sith much, it was mostly Champions and Acolytes. But one who was a powerful Master was something different.

He took a sip of his drink before offering a hand to the Sith approaching. His smile warmed further into one both of pride and greeting. His hand was firmly out and unquivering, though his heart rate was through the roof. He felt... well not afraid but close. They could be insulted and just crush him with their mind. Or they could sever his arm with a swing of their blade. Or they could simply leave him hanging and ruin what little of a social standing he had earned so far. Or, just as likely, they could shake his hand and greatly increase that. Even though his mind was screaming at him not to, Coffey took the chance anyway. After all, what is networking but taking chances with people who are easily more powerful than you?

 

[Alia]

"Vahliri," Alia replied to the Annfyn's introduction with a smile, "you have a beautiful name. I am Alia." Before she could say more they were interrupted by the arrival of more party goers, many of whom the girl seemed to know. That didn't bother her, and she used the time to flag down a droid and get him to bring her another drink, and a portable holo-deck. The droid returned within minutes, handing her glass full of something red and smoking and a small device. By then Altair had returned, a wet friend in tow. With Vahliri's attention elsewhere, and Draugr dealing with the weirdo prostrating himself in the middle of the party, she was for that moment left to her devices, and didn't miss the way his gaze lingered oh so briefly on her. She smiled, not just at that, but at the less subtle message she got from the way his tail moved.

"I'm new," she replied before taking a slow sip of her drink, locking eyes with him from behind her glass, "but you've seen me now," her tail reached out from behind her, and tapped him gently on an arm, its tip gliding over skin for a moment of two before dropping away, "haven't you, Altair?"

Anything else she might have said, or done, was cut off by the return of the Sith Master, and a sudden stiffening of the spines of those present. She tilted her head curiously. She hadn't lied when she had told Altair that she was new, this actually was her first time interacting with a Sith Master, and add in the fact that she was a little bit tipsy, and the thought that she should show a degree of respect to the man was entirely lost on her.

But drinking games, those she did know. So when he asked about one she spoke right up. "Oh, it's super easy. Everyone grab a drink, and we'll need some cards." She spotted an empty bar stool nearby, and green mist wrapped itself around its feet to pull it over towards them. She placed the device on it, and a holographic deck of cards came to life above it. "Everyone takes turns to draw a card, and each card has its own rule. A two, you tell someone to drink, a three you drink, four you hit the floor. It's very easy, you'll catch on once we start." Not waiting for questions, or any sort of acknowledgement from anyone, she tapped the deck and a hologrpahic deck of cars started shuffling itself in front of them. Once it stopped she reached forward and drew the top card, revealing a 5 of clubs.

"Five!" She turned to look towards Altair, a wide grin on her face. "Alright fellas, drink up!"

OOC: Used an online random card tool: Link. 5 = All guys drink.

@Scoobert @Altaris @LadyRen @Sreeya @Braden @Issachar @Tom @Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Draugr]

As the Master was conversating, Altair and Lt. Coffey had greeted him. Being of a higher rank was usually how things like this went but there was nothing to worry about for tonight. this was time to enjoy being Sith and being the absolute best so when they stood straight and showed respect, Draugr only smirked and almost chuckled before speaking to his subordinates.

"Please relax. I am not here to punish or looking to. I just want a good time like you all. I'm pleased to see you Altair always a pleasure, and Lieutenant, very nice to meet you I hope we battle together I love to see others in action."

Draugr would extend his hand and grip that of Lt Coffey's and give a firm shake. Nothing too hard to hurt the man but enough to show mutual respect. Then he would take a drink from his own bottle before hearing the rules of the game. When the nightsister explained she pulled out a card number 5. The rule was for all guys to drink, Draugr could do that. It's the whole reason for the party.

"I could get used to this game."

Draugr let out a slight laugh before tilting his bottle back and downing a big gulp. A slight rush began to fill his head but he was still going strong. When he noticed everyone finished drinking he would then take a card himself and declare what it was and what had to be done.

"7, Raise them to Heaven."

Immediately after reading out what had to be done, he would throw his hands in the air to symbolize reaching for heaven. Hopefully he had beaten at least one person to it in order to not end up face down before the fun begins.

OOC: Same Link from the previous post

@Sreeya @Wit @Issachar @Altaris @LadyRen @Tom @Mr. Teatime

 

[Nova Trent]

It didn't take much longer until Wodan had finally reached the yacht again and luckily Altair helped him up until they joined the round. Meanwhile the new face had introduced herself to Vahliri and so Nova now knew that the girl's name was Alia. She greeted her with a nod and a quick smile before she redirected her attention towards the drinking game that was about to start.

It amused her strongly that Sith Master Draugr had joined them in the game. She was looking forward to getting buzzed, yet she also wasn't fully sure whether drinking with someone of his rank was a good idea. When Alia picked the first card, she casualky leaned back as she watched the boys drink before Draugr went next.

She reacted immediately, throwing her hands up as fast as she could while she chuckled about the master's remark, but also hoping that she wouldn't be the last one while she waited for the reaction of the others. Would this all end well? Probably not. But was it fun? Definitely!

After the round was finished, she reached forward to pick her own card and after she had turned it around, everyone could see the displayed Jack of Hearts. Now things were getting interesting..."Okay...so never have I ever. I'll start. Never have I ever crashed a ship" she began, throwing Vahliri a teasing smirk. It wasn't Nova's intention to upset her and to be honest, it hadn't been only her fault on Tund, but it was indeed a funny story to share and she also wanted to see who else had sucked at maneuvering before.

@Altaris @Xorism @Wit @Mr. Teatime @Tom @Issachar @Scoobert @Sreeya @Braden @Faded @Taygood

OOC: same as above

 

[Coffey Curran]

The Lieutenants arms were up in the air as soon as the card was sat down, one of them reaching down so he could take two drinks. One for Five, one because... well it wasn't exactly a crash but it was close enough.

"It wasn't exactly a crash, more of an unplanned ramming, but I don't believe I can talk my way out of that drink." Coffey chuckled softly as he spoke, reminiscing on that day. He had taken a repulsor craft and absolutely drifted it through a barricade. Yes, it may have been because one of the repulsor engines was shot out, and yes it may have rendered the craft absolutely ruined, but who cares.

His arms slowly lowered as that individuals turn had ended, and he slowly thought out a question. Did he want to be cheeky and make everyone drink, or did he want to actually make a jab at others... he knew now what his question would be.

"Never have I ever spent more than an hour preparing my look for the day." He was curious: who here were the vain kind of Sith and who were those who atleast had restraint?

 

[Wodan]

“I am sure I can think of a way for you to get your kit off before the night is over.” He replied just loud enough for Vahliri and Alia to hear as Altair shoved a shot into his hand. Without a thought the Firrerrian slammed the drink back, the cheap liquor burning the back of his throat for a moment.

Wodan was in the process of over-filling his cup from a nearby barrel when he felt Altair elbow him in his ribs. Turning to see what the fuss was he quickly spotted Lord Draugr approaching the pair, panic for some reason took hold and the thoroughly drenched Sith Acolyte snapped to attention. “Master Draugr.” He replied, raising his free hand to his head in a salute, the other accidentally spilling some of the beer down his leg.

The Sith Master however seemed pretty chill, however quickly joined in the games the other tiefling was organising. Wodan let out a sigh, as the man moved into the small circle that was forming. The other tiefling was the first to draw and ‘five’ all the boys had to drink, though her eyes lingered on Altair for a moment. Hmm.

Then the Sith Master, picked a card and after realising what was happening too shot his hand up into the air just in time. Next was a Jack, ‘Never have I ever’ pretty standard for a party game. The first was a no so he kept his drink down, the second question from Coffey however forced the Firrerrian to raise his cup.

It wasn’t vanity or self-love, but when you had the amount of balls and functions as he did as a Noble child you spent a long time in the makeup chair. His turn, not knowing much of the crowd, he guessed he should start pretty tame just encase. ”Never have I ever DMed a celebrity.”

@yachtpeeps

 

[Altair Din]

Altair could only stare vacantly when Alia (@Wit) mentioned he had seen her before, “Well-yeah..I mean..” He was definitely flustered. It wasn’t helped by her casually grazing her tail along his arm. His own tail eagerly swished back and forth in response and he cleared his throat as his face warmed up. Of course Wodan (@Braden )decided to distract him by loudly talking about getting him out of his clothes. Altair almost choked into his new drink while chugging from Alia’s card, glancing over at the Firrerreo, “Damn, man, I didn’t know you thought of me like that,” He quipped right back with a grin, “Sorry to break your heart, but I don’t play for that team.”

His quip meant he was delayed for the Heaven rule and was last, so he had to drink again. Originally he didn’t plan to drink about crashing a ship but a side glance at Vahliri told him she would start bickering with him right here right now over Zakuul. Technically it wasn’t his fault, but he knew she would rather die on that hill than to admit it was an external force that caused them all to crash. And so, he drank for it. He didn’t drink for spending more than an hour getting ready because he usually grabbed whatever lazy assortment of clothing he could find. It worked out well for him so far.

Altair pondered about whether or not he ever DMed a celeb. He had tagged them in social media but he had never personally DMed, so he didn’t drink. He drew his card and took a look.

“Categories,” The tiefling declared. He thought for a moment, glancing over briefly at the Sith Master and decided to see if the Zabrak was serious about being relaxed here, “All right. Things you hate about being Sith,” He declared that as the category, “I hate getting missions with vague as fuck instructions. Just plop, you’re on a planet and here’s some ridiculous objective. Have fun!”

Altair looked around himself for the Never Have I Ever Game and about Wodan’s remark earlier, “Never have I ever been with a dude,” He grinned as he looked around.

@everyone

 

[Darth Tempest]

Vahliri’s expression brightened a bit when Alia complimented her name, her amber gaze lingering on the the Tiefling while a smile tugged wide on her face. “You're too sweet,” She said in response, “So do you, Alia. And you look gorgeous,” Her attention was drawn away by the arrival of a few others - namely the Acolyte that she remembered only from their mission to Dolla. “Alexios,” She smiled towards him. “It’s good to see you - and thank you,” Her smile only dimmed a bit when the Acolyte felt the need to remind her about that entire incident with the other Champion. “I’ll be happy to throw him overboard if that changes,” She said icily.

The half-Annfyn shook her head - deciding she wasn’t about to let that memory fester and instead turned her attention to the game at hand - though not before catching a bit of the playful exchange between Alia and Altair, gaze lingering for just a moment. Her gaze flicked between the men as Alia drew her card, and the half-Annfyn quickly lifted her own cup into the air when Draugr drew his own.

It wasn’t until Nova threw out her ‘Never Have I Ever’ - complete with some playful side-eye - that Vahliri sputtered a bit. “That was one time,” She said with a groan, her tone clearly in good spirits. Despite being blacklisted from piloting with practically ever person she knew, the half-Annfyn had only actually crashed a ship once over the years. Her gaze, naturally, flicked over to Altair with an abundance of suspicion in the event that he attempted not to drink. Zakuul be damned - the half-Annfyn was equally prepared to reference their first night together on Indupar when he capsized that gondola, or when he crashed the ship on G’weenee and yeeted himself into a tree.

She shook her head a bit and glanced over to Coffey, squinting a bit at his follow-up question. The half-Annfyn blinked a few times, glanced over towards Altair who was living testimony of how ridiculously long it typically took the half-Annfyn to get ready, and proceeded to take yet another drink. She pondered the ‘DMed a celeb’ question for a long moment before ultimately deciding she hadn’t and thus kept her cup down.

The half-Annfyn glanced over to Altair when he picked Categories, “It’s always some creepy-ass shit!” She exclaimed. “Not only is it always vague as fuck - but it’s always some shit straight out of a holo-movie.” The half-Annfyn set down her cup long enough to start counting fingers, “Zakuul - fuck Zakuul,” She began, “That fieldtrip with Tiamat, my mission with your sister,” The half-Annfyn said to Altair, before she then glanced over to Wodan. “Space station straight out of hell..” She shook her head. “Always. Some creepy-ass. Shit.”

“One thing I hate..” The half-Annfyn tilted her head a bit, pondering the category before speaking up again, “The fact that we insist on building everything and hanging out on the most barren, hellish planets in the Galaxy.” Even as a student of the Ziost academy, even the half-Annfyn could admit that those planets were utterly miserable.

She glanced over at Altair when threw in his own question, nodded and once again took a drink - realizing that she was likely to end up wasted by the end of the game, at this rate. The half-Annfyn promptly reached forth, drew a card and turned it over.

“Eight - Drinking mate,” She said, allowing her eyes to travel the group before leaning over and giving Altair a nudge, “Looks like it’s you and me,” She added in a wink before looking back ahead - effectively tying her drunken fate to Altair and his fucking Tiefling alcohol tolerance. Cause that will go over amazing.

“Never have I ever.. Slept with someone without knowing their name.”

 

[Alexios De'jaal]

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The boy couldn't help but smile back as he exchanged pleasantries with the champion. "My friends all call me Alex-- I hope you will to." He said, though her obvious unease after he brought up their previous mission together sobered his expression. "I don't think we need to worry about him... if our CO took my after-action report seriously, we won't have to deal with him for... well, ever." The boy quipped, though he honestly wasn't sure as to what had happened to the hulking savage. Turning away, Alex took a minute to look around a bit more, and his fears of having possibly arrived too late for the fun were dashed as the drinking games started.

There was a table for drinks nearbye, mostly full, but it took only a few seconds to discard some of the low strength beer and unrecognizable slurry that had barely been touched to make space for the wine cask. cracking open the cork and twisting the nob, wine poured out and into a glass. Academy life had left him needing to buy his own supply of drinks, but the tiny allowance provided to him as an acolyte could never hope to afford the quality vintages of his homeworld.

Regardless, as the horned girl drew a card and had them drink, Alex gulped down the contents of his glass. He filled it with another drink, leaving the rest of the cask to the rest of the partygoers for now. The next card was drawn by another human with a scar across her face (@LadyRen), and she started a familiar game that put a smirk on his lips. It was an irrelevant qualifier-- he'd never even flown his own ship, much less crashed one, but as he followed her gaze over the Vahliri the boy's eyes lit up in surprise as she protested. "You're kidding!" He gasped, holding back the urge to laugh. "I've always left it to droids-- if it crashes, you can just blame the software."

Next, another, near human looking fellow (@Issachar) went, and the boy smirked as he grabbed a shot glass and downed it, coughing a little as he felt his throat burn. "What, got something against people that try and look their best?" He asked, glancing over at the older looking man. On further inspection the guy looked... Sol, how old was he? However old he was, he certainly wasn't doing anything to hide it.

Next came the pale pretty boy (@Braden), who'd very loudly hit on the handsome, horned demigod that everyone seemed to gravitate towards. His proclamation of a lack of interest caused the boy's lips to twitch downward, but he turned his attention back over to the near human. "Hope that's your last disappointment this evening, buachaill bán," He called, flashing him a grin. He never liked to see someone get turned down.

His qualifier was a close one-- Alex might not have ever DM'ed a celebrity, but he'd talked to one and played at her nightclub. Nevertheless, he drank, shuddering after his shot went down. The boy had a high tolerance for alcohol, but that didn't mean the drinks went down any easier. As the horned marvel spoke up, Alex found himself leaning forward a little to hear, and the category in question put a frown on his lips-- but it wasn't hard to answer. "Trying to keep up with my family while staying on top of training is just... Sol, my brother just had a daughter and I didn't even get to see her at her swaddling! It just... sucks." He lamented.

As he spoke up about what he'd never done, Alex's frown slipped back onto his face, and he drank, glancing over at the pale near human as he did so. One or two more rounds and he'd start feeling tipsy-- eight or nine and he'd be struggling to stand. Next, Vahl had her turn, and the signals she was throwing Altair's way brought a smirk to his lips... though he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. As she spoke up about hers, Alex pondered his answer for a moment. "I mean, I always ask, but I never remember." He answered. The names rarely ever mattered-- it wasn't like that's what they were calling each other in the moment. He'd escaped another shot this round at least.

Finally, The Brentaalan drew a card, and a smirk played across his face. "Well, that's mighty convenient." He observed, before showing off the card-- two of clubs, which meant he got to assign a drink for everyone to partake in. Naturally, he pointed to the cask of Nemean wine he'd brought with him. "Nabbed that on my last trip home-- let's all get a taste of something a bit sweeter tonight!" He declared. "Now... never have I ever gotten serious with someone."

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[Yaerius]

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Yaerius smiled at Vahliri's compliment regarding his suit, stating "Thank you, and you look very beautiful as well." @Altaris His hands ruffled slightly with the lapels on his suit jacket to iron out some wrinkles as well as unfasted the second button as he opted to grow a bit more comfortable. He had a cold glass of Vodka / Red bull in his hands, his favored liquor as the energy drink gave him that little spark to keep going as the natural depressant qualities of Alcohol began to wear on him over time. "Oh thank you! You have no idea how many times I've taken this to the dry cleaners. Not to mention after one use it becomes littered with wrinkles." @Tom Yaerius laughed, appreciating the acolyte's comment regarding his own lack of courage in wearing a white suit.

It was no surprise either that Yaerius naturally tended to keep cautious distance from those drinking colored beverages. One little spill of red wine and he'd be done for. Feeling a little hot with the sun baking on his back, he went ahead and removed the suit jacket entirely. Rolling up the linen sleeves, a good portion of his arm sleeve tattoos could be visualized, most of them runic scriptures of forgotten sith rituals as well as depictions of the ancient Sith Lords as angels, wings and swords galore.

"All right, my turn!" Yaerius said excitedly, having to consume at least five of the past six shots considering that the only question he couldn't say he did was the "dude" comment by Altair. @Sreeya Downing another shot glass of the crisp blue fluid, he shifted his gaze onto the others. "Things I don't like about the Sith? That I can't sleep with Jedi chicks without it being frowned upon.." He laughed heartedly.

"Never have I ever gotten a girl knocked up..."

@Braden @Wit @LadyRen @Scoobert

 

[Darth Draugr]

When the Never Have I Ever game began, Draugr drew interested. The first was crashing a ship. Draugr rarely flew his own ship so he did not drink. The next was taking an hour to get dressed. Draugr wouldn't drink again, the person who took forever was Senin, and Malou. Both a couple of slow pokes when getting dressed. Looking around though and seeing the group teasing one another was funny. The environment was definitely different since he had first joined.

When it got to the teifling Altair, Draugr noticed the look of curiosity in his eyes before beginning categories. The category was things they hated about the Sith. Draugr grew interested in what the young man had to say. Words should be chosen wisely if he wanted to talk bad about his own Empire. Then it came, he hated the missions. Then after him Vahliri spoke on it as well. Draugr paused for a moment the look in his eyes a bit focused and an anger built within him. Enough to be felt through the force and then he laughed,

"It truly is always dark and creepy and just... upsetting. I want fun missions. The thing I hate about the Sith? It'd have to be that if you can't roam free on foreign planets without someone recognizing you and running away in fear. Always have to wear a mask or a cloak. I hate that wamp rat shit."

Feeling the relief of admitting he hated the same things they hated, he looked around and realized he had to drink for Vahliri's never have I ever. He had back on Dathomir before he left for his training been with a woman he had never met before. He hasn't seen her since, but it still happened. As well as for Alexios's. Two drinks down more to go. Just then he realized it was turn to come up with one.

"Hmmm.. Never Have I Ever slept with a fellow Sith."

This should be interesting. He only knew for sure of one person, maybe two but the others would be a complete surprise if they had to drink. Alcohol really brought the bonding time every Sith needed. As for Draugr it was true he hadn't, but there were occasion where he had wanted to.

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[Alia]

Alia was really enjoying herself, not just because of Altair's reactions, but because of how the games were going. One after the other, she had to down drink after drink. She had managed to get her hand up in time for Draugr's turn, but then the floodgates opened up.

Crashing a ship, check.

Taking her time getting ready, check.

DMing a celeb, check.

Sleeping with a dude, whose name she didn't know, check and check.

Getting serious with someone, tentative check.

Sleeping with a fellow Sith, check once more thanks to the hookup who cannot be named.

Anyone else would be in trouble after rapid firing six shots, but she had to thank her father for her Tiefling genes, keeping her on her feet and ready for more. But that wasn't to say that she was completely unaffected by seven shots, and as a result she forgot all about the game itself, or the category round that Altair had kicked off. Instead she just kept the never have I ever train going.

"Never have I ever..." She paused, taking a second to consider her choices, now that she had started and put herself on the spot, her mind suddenly went blank. "Never have I ever had regrets about sleeping with someone." She shrugged apologetically, unsure of how good of a question it would turn out to be, but at least she had come up with something.

 

[Caelian]

Caelian barely managed to down the first couple of shots before the festivities began in earnest, with a classic drinking game. The night was about to get real wild real quick by the speed the cups were being picked up and dropped.

Crashing a ship? "I got away with calling it an unforced landing error!", drink.

Taking time to get ready? "of course", drink.

DMing a celeb? "No, but I almost joined this fan club.." pass

Sleeping with a dude? "Sigh.", drink.

Didn't know their name? pass.

Getting serious with someone? drink.

Sleeping with fellow Sith? "Does Coffey count?....I'm just messin' dude." pass.

Regret sleeping with someone? "I.." drink.

Caelian was feeling the warm buzz of the liquor by now, but that last question hit him like a rancor and there wasn't much hiding it. He sat there dazed for a moment, thinking over the question and its uncomfortable answer, before returning to the game. He was reluctant be the first one to dabble on about a sob story, and so he considered what to ask next.

"Never have I ever kissed an enemy." Caelian looked around the table, interested to see their responses.

 

[Soleil Altan]

Having been swimming in water contaminated with leaking alcohol, Soleil had emerged onto the deck already kinda buzzed. Somewhere in his head he'd assumed Wodan was fine and/or swimming on purpose. It was hard sometimes to tell whether non-Wreans were good at swimming, relatively speaking. Since Altair'd gone over to help him, that must've been wrong. Whoops. While unpacking his various found loot he set aside some stuff, tossed the rope and such over the locked chest, and float-dragged the barrel of rum over to the actual party.

He arrived with his stuff about as the never-have-I-ever roundabout got going, giving his usual sign language <Hello> resembling a lazy salute. He took an extra second to try handing off a glass bottle of some strong reddish alcohol to Wodan with a 'My bad dude' before joining in. His shot of choice was, naturally, rum. It was woody, spiced, and vaguely sweet. Anyone could pour from the barrel, he didn't care.

Crashed a ship? 'It was nerfshit' Yup, took a drink

Take time getting ready? 'Damnit, fine' For a couple of reasons, yup, so he drank.

DMing a celebrity? Yep, sent one in a blind attempt to get advice about how suits work. Drink.

Been with a dude? Sol didn't care about gender, drink. Now, someone whose name he didn't know? Shameless drink.

Soleil took a minute, shaking his head with a soft cough, before continuing. This may have been a mistake, he thought. He didn't consider his prior relationships to be 'serious', skip. Sleeping with fellow Sith? His Feeorin ex counted at the very least, so he took a drink.

Regretted sleeping with someone? Sol wasn't familiar with that feeling, so he was safe. Nor had he kissed an 'enemy' or whatever. At least as far as he knew. Probably. His head felt kinda heavy. He shook his head at kissing an enemy, safe again.

A mild look of concentration settled on his face while he thought of his question, sitting cross-legged and leaning his cheek against a closed fist. 'Never have I ever dated a... songmaker? Uh- Musician,' he projected aloud more slowly than before as he found it harder to concentrate on forming words, staring distractedly at his shot glass. Sol guessed the experience would end up frustrating for reasons he didn't feel like dwelling on, although so far it was just a coincidence. He shrugged and counted that as his question, swaying slightly and hat semi-askew.

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