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Brownies huh? Well...It was a good thing she took a trip back when she went
to go get chicken that night of the bonfire...She had some cosmic brownies she bought at the store for snacking during her late night gaming sessions but she could spare more than enough boxes to share with everyone. She just hoped they would like what she brought since she wasn't the best cook on the planet. She laughed at Jan, placing a hand on her chest as if she were shocked. "Psssh...It was all in a day's work~" Nevermind the fact that she was one of two people that ended up losing their temper at the end of the fight, which now that she thought about it, was a bit embarrassing.

But brownies right?!

"I'll be right back!"

She left out of the room just as Rob came in, quickly poking him in the side as she walked out the door. The fact that he even jumped at her poke was something she would keep to herself. She jogged back to the Ares dorms, grabbed a couple of boxes of brownies and jogged right back just as the game of never have I ever started. "I have cosmic brownies? Sorry if that doesn't cut it, though..." She hoped he wouldn't ask for something homemade since she wasn't the best cook ever, that was Mathilda. However, she wouldn't touch any alcohol till she was given the all-clear from the Dark haired man she talked to earlier.

Asher drank absently, eyes lighting on the brownies -- and he leaned forward, easily, to snag one and peel it open, popping a good half of the brownie into his mouth in one happy bite. It was a shitty bit of junk food, but Asher didn't mind. There were times when junk was really all he wanted.

"How have I never seen anyone here naked? Maybe we should have played strip poker instead..."

So they were playing never have I ever? Well, she was complete s**t at drinking games but that didn't mean she didn't like to play. Taking her spot right beside Jan, Mercy smiled and poured herself some wine, immediately taking a sip at the mentioning of never having a drunk one night stand. Yeahhhhh...Those have happened a couple of times. "Holding out? Psssh....You never asked~" She winked and smiled at Edward, grabbing a brownie and opening it up.

Strip poker?

That had the potential to be disastrous and amazing at the same time. But maybe not right now, though...Maybe when she manages to feel a buzz.

Cracking open a bottle of beer, Rob grinned and took a drink after Asher's "Never Have I Ever" statement, then took another after Briiva's. He had a feeling that with this lot he'd be doing a lot of drinking. A LOT.

Marisol made a good point, though -- if they just stuck with things that had happened on the adventure in the Alps, it'd get boring real quick. Then she made her statement, and he had to think a moment. Well, he had seen Sid naked as a little kid… That counted, right? He decided it did and with a "cheers" tip of the bottle and a sly smirk took another drink. He wasn't about to divulge the details.

With Edward's statement about drunken one-night stands, Rob HAD to take a drink. And another. And another. He emptied his bottle and opened another one with a dramatic flourish. This game was fun. Then strip poker was brought up, and he eyed some of the attendees gathered around King Asher of the Pizza Boxes. Would he consider playing strip poker with this lot? If he was drunk enough, hell yes. If he'd noticed nothing else about the Chosen, they tended to be rather pretty people. Both the girls and the boys.

He decided it was his turn. Raising his beer bottle, he announced, "Never Have I Ever played strip poker. While sober." And with that, he took a deep drink, then rewarded himself with another slice of pizza, shooting Mercy a wink as he reached past her..

There was no drink for a drunken one night stand but there was for strip poker while sober. It was a favorite among the dancers as an initiation to the new hires. A helpful way to cut out that pesky awkwardness of seeing new co-workers naked, she thought. Then again she'd not needed it.

"Strip poker is always fun," she smirked. "It'd be interesting to see if the Hermes folk have all the luck." She expected they'd at least be good at reading people.

A brow quirked, the whiskey bottle still. She hadn't ever made out with someone during that game. It wasn't going to happen this go around either, assuming she played. If luck wasn't on her side, she wouldn't last long. Maybe she'd just strip now and save the poker for later. It wasn't like she was shy.

Marisol chuckled, raising a shoulder as if she had to think over the request. With a warm laugh, she nodded her assent. Steadily she poured some of the liquid into Zan's empty container.

"I think I can spare a bit for you," she winked.

Once that was done, she caught the eye of Briiva. The other woman had been looking at the whiskey bottle rather explicitly. She'd been waiting to see if she would approach her--she'd started to earlier then stopped.

"You want some, too?" she questioned. She could have drank the whole bottle and likely wouldn't have been too worse for the wear. It was a running joke in her family that she'd inherited her father's inability to get drunk.

Lawrence was immediately concerned about the game, not because of the questions but because of the alcohol. He was a lightweight and then some and this was just a tiny bit of a problem given how much he tended to embarrass his usual composure while out of it. Still, he would play along anyway, even if he would not partake of the actual food snacks. He borrowed some wine, if permitted to do so, with the promise he would make it back.

He managed to avoid drinking at first with the vulture question, primarily down to the word giant, he'd been less fortunate with the ones in the hotel. The second he could not evade, though the sip he took was small. He could certainly lie if needed, but no one was paying attention to him really he reasoned and perhaps it might be enjoyable to indulge. The nudity part he skipped, the fact was that thus far it had not been entirely, quite a lot of skin, not so much of full nudity.

Drunken one night stands however, he could not even think of the number and took a larger drink than he had before, strip poker too, was sipped to. He was feeling a little woozy already. The subsequent question, not so much, he had never managed to earn that sort of thing during anything.

"Never have I ever slept with someone I didn't even know." he took a drink for that, with the faintest of smirks, caring a little less with the alcohol involved how he was seen than usual.