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 Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 10:54 am
"Okay, so," Grete began, sounding a bit official now, "You go in turns. Who's ever turn it is, says 'I Never' and then fill in the blank. And then if you, or the other person has done that, then they take a drink."
She paused, just to make sure that she was getting everything right.
"And you can say 'I never' to something that you actually have done, just as long as you take a drink after. It can be about anything, too. Littlee things, big things, love, death, whatever. Make sense? Okay, I'll go first."
She thought of what she would ask, then she raised her glass.
"I've never stolen something. See? Now, I have, so I have to take a drink," And after she said that, she did take a drink. Then she put the bottle of rum between them, for if one ran out.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 11:07 am
"Well, s**t-" Charlot murmured with a laugh. "Oi 'ave a feelin' this is gonna be a losin' battle." He took a drink, since it was REAL recent when he last stole something.
He smirked, eyebrow raised. "Oi've never wore a dress." No drinking that time, since... as far as he could remember he hadn't. .....and he didn't consider 'sari's' dresses. >_>
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 11:13 am
Grete laughed, and then gave Charlot a cross look. Then she took a drink.
"Of course, I've worn dresses, I'm wearing one right now," Grete smiled, and then added, "Good to know that you haven't though."
"I've never..." She paused to think of something, "Oh, I got it! I've never had a drunken fight. Physical, I mean, not verbally. If it was a verbal fight, then I wuold probably have to drink the entire bottle right now."
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 12:49 pm
Charlot snickered, taking a drink. "Guilty."
"Oi've never..." He thought a moment, glancing back at her. "-lied to get something I wanted." He took the drink, eyebrow raised at her in return. His cup was empty now, so he went ahead and refilled it while waiting.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 1:41 pm
Grete raised an eyebrow and took a long drink.
"Well, duh," She said, smirking guiltily.
"I've actually lied to get...many, many things. I guess I'm just a horrible person. Let's see. I've never... cheated on someone." And to this, Grete took another drink, and then refilled her glass, eyeing Charlot carefully.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 2:09 pm
"Mmm.. define 'cheated'?" He raised his glass. "Cheated on a lover?" To this, he took a drink. "Cheated a friend out of something?" He took another. "Or perhaps, cheated a business partner?" He took another drink.
"Oi've never skinny dipped." He tipped the rest of his glass down, setting the empty cup aside with a grin. "Oi like this game."
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 4:12 pm
"I like the booze," Grete said, a bit of a wicked tone in her voice. Then, she rolled her eyes and grinned. She took a swallow of her drink, and stared at Charlot.
"I'm sure you love that tasty little bit of information, don't you?" She said teasingly. She felt a bit loosened up after all of the drinking. She relaxed how she was sitting, and just stared up at Charlot.
"People take me for being very classy and lady-like. Not quite sure why," Then, she thought about her statement for the game, "I've never kissed a man." She finished her glass, as she most certainly had kissed a man, (she'd kissed several) and then poured up another.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 7:23 pm
[ lmfao. ] "Well, oi can 'onestly say Oi've never kissed a man either." He didn't think 'mouth to mouth' counted as kissing a guy, anyway. He topped his glass off, pondering his question.
"Oi've never stripped in public." He glanced at her, hesitating a moment before drinking. >]
"You don't think you're a classy lady?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 5:30 am
Another cold gust of air blew, and Grete held Charlot's jacket closer to her. In addition to that, she scooted closer to Charlot.
"Body heat," She explained simply. Then she pouted her lip at him, and crossed her arms, "Aww. I was hoping for some scandalous bit of information."
And then she thought of the question she'd just been asked. Stripping.
"Well," She said, a smug smile on her face, "How public are you talking about? I can say that I've never stripped in a room with more than ten people in it, but I'm not sure if that's what you're looking for. It was when I was a teenager. Damn Truth-or-Dare. Oh, and I think that I'm kind of classy. I can be very classy when needed, but, you know, people take me to be a goodie-two-shoes. But I'm not all the time," With a wicked grin, she took a drink.
"I've never...," Grete paused, "Gosh, I need to start thinking of jucier ones. Uh... I've never been the 'other woman' in an affair. For you the 'other man'. Or whatever." She watched him once more, shivered from the cold, then sheepishly took a drink.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 3:29 pm
"Scan'dlous information 'bout whot? Kissin' men?" He raised an eyebrow. "Sorry luv, Oi've never kissed a man-" That wasn't saying he hadn't done anything else- but kissing wise, hadn't happened.
He shifted closer to her as she moved, huddling against the cold. "Public like... in the streets. Oi guess ten or more people counts too." He snickered, thinking over her question. He lifted his drink in a cheers motion, downing a bit.
"Oi 'ave." He added afterwards. "On many 'cassions. Mmm... as f'me question... oi've never-" He squinted, trying to think of a good one. "seen a dead body."
He drank, glancing at her.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 3:37 pm
"You must think I'm a tramp, or something now," She half-smiled as she said this, "On account of the being-the-other-woman thing. I... I didn't know," Grete shook her head as she looked up at Charlot, and she noticed that he moved closer also. She smiled slightly to herself, then continued with her explanation, "I cut it off after I found out. I don't...I. Well, I don't know."
Grete's pale skin turned a bit paler at Charlot's next question. She shivered, partly from the cold, and partly from the question. She ran her tongue over her top teeth, as she thought about how to casually react to this. So, she simply took a drink. She sighed and then looked up at Charlot, and studied his face carefully, her large eyes slightly watery looking.
"I never learned to dance," She said solemly, as if trying to change the subject, "Ballroom dancing, I mean. I always wanted to but...," She shrugged.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 4:04 pm
Charlot took a drink since he had, in fact, learned to dance. He studied her carefully, wondering if the watery eyes were part of her 'act'. It was part of the fun of figuring people out to see if they were all show or really like that deep down. Grete didn't come across as being the watery-eyed maiden to him. He could easily picture her in a ballroom with a cigarette and a smoking gun.
"Oi don't think you're a tramp- Oi give everyone th'benefit of th'doubt until they've proven otha'wise." He shrugged, glancing at her with a wink. "Care t'prove me otha'wise?" He laughed, waving a hand to show he was KIDDING... really. >_>;
"Oi'm sure y'could find someone t'teach you t'dance around 'ere." He sighed. "Y'mind if oi smoke?" He couldn't remember if he'd asked her that already or not. He was craving one like mad and figured it would balance out the light headedness he was getting from the alcohol.
"Oi've never slept with more than three people..." He blinked. "At once."
Sip.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 4:18 pm
Grete wiped her eyes with her fingers, being sure not to get Charlot's jacket sleeve wet. She glanced down at her hands, which had small grey smudges from her make-up.
She laughed at what Charlot said, and lightly smacked him on the arm in a playful manner. She smiled, laughed again, and then replied, "You know, you'd have to be extra charming for me to be that easy. Oh, and you can smoke. I don't mind it at all. I actually really like the smell of cigarette smoke. Guess I'm just strange."
She laughed again at his question, and laughed even harder as she took a drink. Her giggling was induced both by the fact that she honestly thought that Charlot was funny, and the amount of alcohol that she had. She wagged a finger at him, and shook her head.
"At once? Oh, honey, I think you are the tramp here," She shook her head again, then tried to think of something for her turn.
"I've never harmed someone. Physically," At this point, Grete flicked her hair back just slightly, and took a drink.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 10:37 am
Finally, he thought to himself as he set his glass down. He moved as if to reach in his jacket- and realized she was wearing it.
"Mmm.. could y'do me a favor? Me cigs are inside th'coat yer wearin' Left inside pocket with lighter."
As for being a tramp himself, he completely agreed. "Tramps like me are a lovable breed." He nodded once, pleased that his sentences were slurred yet. At her question, he downed the rest of his cup with a snort.
"Oi've harmed someone many ways... physically jus'happens t'be me best ways." He sighed, setting his cup down. It would be a sad time indeed when they ran out of Rum. "Oi've never stalked someone."
He squinted, trying to remember if he'd ever done that actually.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 10:56 am
Grete slipped her hand into the jacket pocket, and dug around for a moment. She got hold of something, and began to pull her hand out.
"I think I've got them, hang on," Grete's speech ran together a bit, but she didn't really care. She wasn't too drunk yet. Grete got the box of cigarettes out, and then the lighter. She attempted to use the lighter herself, just to look at the flame, but she could never get them to work. She shrugged, and then handed them to Charlot.
"Loveable tramps, eh?" Grete said, smiling, "I'll have to remember that." Then she thought about what he had last said.
"Harmed in many ways? Aren't you scary," She teased, as she ran her finger around the rim of her glass, "I don't think I've ever stalked anyone. I'm fairly sure that I haven't, actually." Grete filled her glass back up anyway, and then stared at the dwindling amount of rum. She pouted slightly, and then looked up at Charlot. Grete had now decided to stand up next to him, instead of sitting, so, she seemed a bit taller. Charlot was still quite tall compared to short Grete.
"I wish we had more rum, I'm having fun. So, I'll just have to remember to make these next ones good ones," Grete thought to herself, then said, "I've never gotten revenge on someone."
Grete took a sip, and then looked up at the sky, specifically the stars.
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