Never Have I Ever Meme

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The "Never Have I Ever" Meme

Never Have I Ever, for those of you haven't heard of it, is a classic drinking game. Individuals take turns stating something they've never done, and everyone who has done it takes a drink. And then embarrassment and teasing and general fun is had by all.

HOW THIS WORKS

✔ Post with your character. This is your thread for as many 'Never have I ever' statements you'd like to make!
✔ Under your own thread, reply to yourself ICly with a statement of something your character has never done.
✔ Post as many 'nevers' as you like, but each 'never' should be it's own comment string, under your character's thread.
✔ Other characters reply to whichever 'nevers' they like, drinking or not drinking as appropriate.
✔ Optional rule: If you drink, you have to explain the situation in which the 'never' occurred!
✔ Another optional rule: Forced honestly is okay, if you have a character that wouldn't talk/share anything.
✔ Threadjacking is encouraged! Particularly if it's to make fun of someone for their answer/drinking.
✔ HAVE FUN PEOPLE

Comments

[bornrussian]

[Bucky might not drink, but Natasha does. She polishes off the last of her drink and reaches for the bottle to pour out another.]

That's good. [There's still every possibility that they might get her Steve back too. Except hope is expensive, and Natasha's spent too much on it already. She's kinda going broke here.]

C'mon. Your turn. Let's see how like Her I am.

[So much for not playing.]

[deadthenred]

Okay.

[ There's a pause, and he drums his fingers against the glass.
An odd, tinny sound. ]

I've never danced ballet. Never even had lessons.

[bornrussian]

[A wry smile twists Natasha's lips and she taps her glass once against the table before picking it up and drinking deeply.]

I'm not sure I could keep en pointe for it, but I remember every last step of Swan Lake.

[Such a useless thing to know.]

Did you ever watch her dance?

[deadthenred]

Yeah. She went undercover once, at the NYC Ballet. Something about one of the guest dancers defecting from Latveria.

[ He grins. Obviously, his attention wasn't so much on that. ]

What was I doing with all my life, huh?

[ He isn't a dancer, but he could appreciate efficiency, economy of movement. She was good enough that he didn't need to. ]

[bornrussian]

Ballet teaches you discipline and grace. [Something about the phrase sounds like an echo, like the words were never Natasha's to begin with.

There were days she hated it, and days when it was the only thing in her life that made sense.]

Maybe that's what I should do here. Give ballet lessons.

[deadthenred]

[ Yeah. Bucky knew the whole party line, the physical control mixed with Soviet patriotism. He'd trained Red Room recruits, Black Widows. He knew some of them got placed with the Bolshoi during their trip to America back in '59.

But he'd still never seen her dance, until then. Seeing was a different kind of knowing. ]

You think that'd make you happy? [ It was a real question. But suddenly, he feels he's overstepped. What was happiness, anyway? ]

It's your question, anyway.

[bornrussian]

[If Natasha really thinks about it, no one she considers family ever saw her dance. She used to be good at it. Good enough it could've been a career if the Red Room hadn't put a gun in her hand and aimed it at the enemy of the motherland.

Clint, maybe, if he was watching her as far back as in the Ukraine before he brought her in. If he did, they never talked about it.

There's an odd kind of ache there. His question tugs at her mouth and she shakes her head.]

Happiness isn't for people like me. [It's just a fact. Nothing self-pitying about it. If her -- for lack of a better word -- Bucky was there, she might've lumped him in with her. People like us. But, by all accounts, she thinks maybe this one found something like happiness.]

Never have I ever lived in Brooklyn.

[deadthenred]

[ Yeah. He understands the sentiment. Wants to argue with her about it anyway, but swallows it instead, with his liquor. He's gonna need a new glass soon. ]

For a year and a half, maybe.

[ Brooklyn's where Steve is from, not him. Except when Steve's from the Lower East Side. ]

[bornrussian]

[His drink is getting low. Natasha leans over and tips the bottle over his glass, filling it almost to the brim.]

You and Steve didn't grow up in Brooklyn together then?

[Curious. All those little differences are fascinating.]

[deadthenred]

[ He watches as she pours it right to the top. So it's gonna be one of those nights, then. ]

Ward of the state. [ Bucky tilts his chin, so it's obvious he's describing himself. He didn't have friends, growing up. ] I didn't meet Steve until after he'd— changed.

[ That's a way to put it, sure. ]