"Never have I ever...bedded a horse."
"You son of a bitch, that was one time!"
Zael, along with the rest of the onlooking crowd at the tavern, burst into uproarious laughter. No one knew precisely how it got started, this infectious series of "Never have I ever" games, but somehow the whole establishment of the tavern (aptly named: This Ain't Falwood, Yer Drunk) had gotten sucked in, most watching, some stepping forward and participating. The entire thing was a raucous affair, and just the kind of way Zael preferred to spend his leisure time.
The game was simple and addicting. Some number of people sit down at the table. Lots are drawn to see who goes first. Everyone holds up their ten fingers. You say "Never have I ever..." and then whatever it was you haven't done, from the ordinary to the salacious to the outrageous. Everybody at the table who has done that thing (like ol' Horsefucker over there) puts a finger down, maybe even tells the story behind it...and of course takes a drink because this a tavern and no one's leaving sober. Whoever's the last one with some number of fingers still up wins.
As the table cleared and the elven barkeep gave the victor his prize (some kind of wine imported from deep in the Falwood, go figure), one of the "barmaids" gave a sultry wave of her hand and offered invitingly, "Next winner gets a round with me. Free of charge!"
Some joker in the crowd jeered, "And so's the crotch rot!"
Incensed, the "barmaid" called back, "I have no such ailment, you take that back!"
Now, maybe Zael wasn't quite up to rollin' the dice on whether or not the lovely barmaid had some kind of itch down there or not, but he was up to sitting down at the table and finally playing a round of "Never have I ever" himself. So time to forget all his worries, all his struggles, all his fears, at least for one night...and just have some fun.
Zael sat down at the table. Glanced around at the assembled crowd. Then smacked a hand on the wooden table surface and said, "Alright, who else? I promise I'm a perfect angel if you're lookin for a challenge." He grinned at his obvious facetiousness. "Un-fuckin-beatable."
"You son of a bitch, that was one time!"
Zael, along with the rest of the onlooking crowd at the tavern, burst into uproarious laughter. No one knew precisely how it got started, this infectious series of "Never have I ever" games, but somehow the whole establishment of the tavern (aptly named: This Ain't Falwood, Yer Drunk) had gotten sucked in, most watching, some stepping forward and participating. The entire thing was a raucous affair, and just the kind of way Zael preferred to spend his leisure time.
The game was simple and addicting. Some number of people sit down at the table. Lots are drawn to see who goes first. Everyone holds up their ten fingers. You say "Never have I ever..." and then whatever it was you haven't done, from the ordinary to the salacious to the outrageous. Everybody at the table who has done that thing (like ol' Horsefucker over there) puts a finger down, maybe even tells the story behind it...and of course takes a drink because this a tavern and no one's leaving sober. Whoever's the last one with some number of fingers still up wins.
As the table cleared and the elven barkeep gave the victor his prize (some kind of wine imported from deep in the Falwood, go figure), one of the "barmaids" gave a sultry wave of her hand and offered invitingly, "Next winner gets a round with me. Free of charge!"
Some joker in the crowd jeered, "And so's the crotch rot!"
Incensed, the "barmaid" called back, "I have no such ailment, you take that back!"
Now, maybe Zael wasn't quite up to rollin' the dice on whether or not the lovely barmaid had some kind of itch down there or not, but he was up to sitting down at the table and finally playing a round of "Never have I ever" himself. So time to forget all his worries, all his struggles, all his fears, at least for one night...and just have some fun.
Zael sat down at the table. Glanced around at the assembled crowd. Then smacked a hand on the wooden table surface and said, "Alright, who else? I promise I'm a perfect angel if you're lookin for a challenge." He grinned at his obvious facetiousness. "Un-fuckin-beatable."
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