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With a start Cecil nearly sent his empty shot glass flying, flailing to catch it before it could fall to the ground. Those wide eyes turned to Hitsu once he had managed that feat, clinging to the small glass like a lifeline. "Uhhhh.." It was his only intelligible reply as he looked at those around them, his eyes catching Rorrow as he took a seat. He heard his never have I ever and decided it was best to focus on that instead of the rage that seemed to be coming off Hitsu in waves and Liam's interesting question. So he drank.

"I uhh.....Never have I ever had college debt?" He laughed just as awkwardly because the money he had gotten had paid a lot of his school and he had graduated debt free.

Turning to Liam he silently whispered. "Apollo...the place had theme."

Coins: 147

Cecil floundered and Hitsu snorted a laugh. At least there was one bullet that Cecil could dodge this evening. "Well. I can't lie. If I had come across you," before her brother did, "I'd have certainly paid to see you naked."

A little bit late, she took a sip of her drink. It might have looked like she was drinking to the college debt, because obviously, but she moved the glass just away from her lips before taking another. As if she wanted it to be clear she was drinking for both.

Casino Coins: 11

Harper did look up in time to see Cecil’s thank you and she nodded, and then stole a glance at Corey as she drank to Liam’s question. The mood was slowly starting to lighten up again much to Harper’s relief, nothing of course was resolved but it wasn’t really the entire groups business.

She drank to the slap, and she gave Liam an interesting look when he mentioned sex in the casino bathroom. Considering it was her first time in a casino she could safely say she hadn’t, not yet at least. She never used her body to make money, taking note that Caroline, despite her looks drank to almost every question. There was a small look of shock on her face, but hey everyone had to have his or her fun right, there was no way she could judge.

What was really surprising was Cecil’s making money off his body, not that she doubted it he had qualities of a male stripper but she was surprised still he seemed so sweet. She drank most of the glass on the gotten laid not noticing the looks between Liam and Austin and then another for college debt.

When Cecil whispered to Liam silently, Harper grinned and leaned over towards the two of them. “You sure you don’t want to tell the rest of us?” Her voice was a little louder than it needed to be.

Harper did glance up to look at Corey as she mentioned taking Caroline somewhere to rest. A small frown was on her face but she hid it as she grinned to the rest of the group.

”Never have I ever, had sex in a bar.” Picking up her glass she finished it off, before looking for another.

Cerise was torn between incredulity at the members of her faction sitting around and doing nothing but drinking while their lives were on the line and longing to join them. Finally, the latter won out--if there was ever a time to desperately need a drink it was right there and then--and she quickly scrambled into a vacant chair. "Playing? Are we playing something? Can't we just...drink?" She very nearly pouted at the prospect of having to work for her oblivion.

"Really? Are we five, collectively?" Cerise asked, not unkindly, grinning and reaching for a bottle of something delightfully amber. "Never have I ever cried at a Disney movie," she said, taking a long pull that ended with a quiet cough.

Justin nodded along when Liam explained the rules to Never have I ever, quickly remembering how it went. "Oh so thats our choice of poison tonight." he murmured, pleased to see that it was almost everyone taking part this time. Normally one person always begged off the games and this time, it was not the case. Most of the questions already passed from what he could gather but the blonde was all but ready to catch up.

That and cause some mischief. "Never have I used a pleasure toy, you know what I'm speaking of." the train was heading back into the gutter for a brief stop, with Justin clutching his glass carefully.


Oh he heard Rorrow.



He heard

Mr. Hubertson had lost track of the drinks he was consuming and was now a flushed pink, staring at the bartender who had decided to keep him on the apple daiquiris, not because Morris wasn't insulted by drinking them, but because the man seemed to be getting drunk from them so moving him to anything stronger would be a very bad idea.

He listened to the questions slow.

Roleplayed - he drank to that. His sister had a party that had involved charades.

Skinny dipping. He didn't drink, unless a baptism counted.

He saw a moose and drank to that. He had seen a moose on TV, and since the person never specified if in real life or not, he decided that probably meant he had to drink.

Wait, he didn't have to do anything.

He never hugged a snake as snakes were delicate and others were dangerous. He never shop lifted and never would unless he slipped into senility early. Lap dances had him looking away, not drinking and not even bothering to acknowledge that a student had said that.

He wondered what most of these students did on a general basis and knew he was a different generation and type of person than they were when he had been going to college.

He did drink to sleeping in a closet as he had been a child in need of safe places to sleep growing up.

The strip club was a yes, but only because of a bachelor's party for his brother. Sleeping naked also had a drink, as he had once been very sick before and slept without clothes and just a sheet and needed to see a doctor the next day as soon as he could.

He had not done a body shot, not lied for dessert or enjoyed an entire cake to himself. He was a professor of health and safety and there were reasons why.


It came to the point he gave up following the statements and simply stared at the empty glass, placing his hand on top of it when the bartender reached to refill it. He was done and now he felt sick upon his already sinking worry about his well-being over coins. Currency. FAKE CURRENCY.

He rubbed his eyes under his thick glasses.

The last one had him hunching his shoulders, not wanting to hear that at all. Maybe it was time to go.

Hopefully the red face would be mistaken for inebriation.