A/N: I promised to write that drinking game scene and since there's really no place for it in my so-called plot, I just post it as a separate mini chapter. I also wanted to write a bit in present tense so here it comes.

I should warn you though. This chapter contains jokes/scenes that some people might find offensive. Please bear that in mind before proceeding.

EXTRA – Never have I ever...

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"Weren't we planning to play something?" Toudou asks when the last crumbs of the cake have vanished from the plates.

"Yeah, let's play something – unless it's Spin the bottle."

"Ugh, no. Not that."

"How about 'Never have I ever...'?" Tadokorocchi suggests.

"That's a good idea, but we don't have… well… anything to drink," Izumida points out. His casts a quick side-way glance at Mr. Pierre. "Of course, we can play without alcohol too..."

"Wrong. We have something to drink." Mr. Pierre pulls out two more champagne bottles, making the audience cheer. At that point, Makishima knows he's screwed. Because he can already predict what kind of questions will be featured in the game and how many freaking times he will have to drink. Luckily there are only two bottles.

"Is it appropriate for our under-aged participants to play this?" Toudou asks a bit timidly, glancing at Makishima. He shrugs. It's not really his job to control the kids' drinking when even their official guardian is not doing it.

Mr. Pierre's smile doesn't waver. "Let's just agree that those under 16 drink only one-third of the amount of what the others do."

"Well, um… Maybe it's okay then," Toudou gives in.

Everyone sits down at the table apart from Arakita who is apparently in a very sour mood and wants to be alone for a while. Toudou tries half-heartedly to lure him over to join them but gives up when he gets the finger. "God, let him rot on that bench. Who cares for that cranky-ass anyway?"

Even Mr. Pierre stays at the table with a cup of champagne in his hand, but he's not going to participate in the game. Makishima wonders who has the courage to admit anything with their coach listening to ever word. To them in Sohoku, experience has taught that Mr. Pierre's observing skills are not the sharpest and, as a father figure, he's really sub-par.

Everyone pours a little champagne into their cups. Poor Onoda doesn't even know what the game is about, so Naruko has to explain the rules to him, and after that he goes visibly pale. His take on a fun party game is probably some sort of quiz or a three-legged race.

"Right," Toudou says, his eyes wandering over the group. "Who wants to start?"

"It was Onoda's idea to play a game so Onoda may start."

"Um, I'm not sure if I can come up with anything fun…" the boy mutters.

"That's okay. The claims don't need to be anything major in the beginning. Preferably something mild to get the game properly started."

"Hmm, well, in that case... um… never have I ever… been drunk."

Half of the table lets out a knowing sound and then they raise their cups. Everyone else except Naruko.

"Oi, Hotshot!" he immediately cries out. "Have you actually been drunk at some point?"

"I have, a little," Imaizumi defends himself. "A bigger question is why you haven't."

"I just haven't come across a situation that required drinking," Naruko huffs, crossing his arms, but he's the next one to state something. "Never have I ever… crapped my pants during a race."

"But you have on some other occasion?" Imaizumi asks.

Naruko turns the colour of his hair. "Of course not, I was just specifying that I haven't even during an intense physical performance."

Nor has anyone else. The cups stay at the table and the turn rolls on to Imaizumi.

"Never have I ever thought anything positive about Midousuji."

"Um, does it count if you've thought him to be a fierce competitor and a good cyclist?" Onoda asks.

"I suppose it counts," Imaizumi mutters, clearly not happy about it. As a result, everyone else drinks apart from Aoyagi and Teshima who have not had a chance to witness Midousuji's abilities from close up.

Kinjou adjusts his glasses when it's his turn. "Never have I ever given up."

"Oh my god, Kinjou!" Makishima and Tadokorocchi sigh in sync, picking up their cups and drinking. As do the others, even Fukutomi.

The turn moves on to Makishima. "Never have I ever answered Toudou's first text."

Toudou lets out a wounded yelp. "Maki-chan, that is just mean!"

"But it's convenient. You never manage to say everything in one message. I always wait to get more of them before answering. It saves time and energy."

On that round, the only one to drink is Fukutomi. The other guys from Sohoku don't even receive messages from Toudou so they are automatically safe. But Makishima can't help but smile at the angry flush blooming on Toudou's cheeks. He has to admit that Toudou is kind of cute when he's all flustered.

I'll make this up to you once we're back in our tent, he silently promises.

Tadokorocchi coughs. "Never have I ever refused free food." Everyone else besides Shinkai and Naruko has to drink.

It's Shinkai's turn. He thinks for a moment before opening his mouth. "Never have I ever dyed my hair. Highlights don't count."

"What do you mean, you haven't?" Tadokorocchi grunts. "Are you saying that's your natural colour?"

"It really is," Toudou confirms. "What's even weirder is that Hayato's little brother has jet black hair. Occasionally in club meetings we speculate which one is a postman's kid."

Judging by his jovial smile, Shinkai has heard the joke before. "We each just take after a different parent. Mom has red hair and dad has black."

"Hey, my hair is all natural too," Naruko points out.

"No, it's not," Imaizumi says immediately.

"Sure it is! Do you want to see..?" Naruko jumps to his feet and is already fiddling with his belt. Luckily Imaizumi is there to stop him and press him back into his seat.

"Nobody wants to see the contents of your pants," he assures him. "Besides, I've seen you using shampoo and conditioner for dyed hair."

"What if I just want to keep my natural colour as bright as possible?" Naruko snarls but sits down. And then those who have sometimes dyed their hair gulp down the next portion of champagne. Makishima, Fukutomi and Aoyagi. And in the end, Naruko, with a lot of huffing and grumbling.

Toudou is the next one to make a statement. "Never have I ever gotten a zero on a test."

Onoda, Tadokorocchi, Shinkai and Manami have to drink, the first two with a more ashamed face than the last two.

Fukutomi is next in turn. "Never have I ever slept in."

"That's true," Shinkai says and drinks. And so does everyone else – apart from Kinjou.

So it continues, with relatively tame tosses, until Manami turns the tables.

"Never have I ever had a wet dream about a teammate."

"Seriously?" Naruko asks, his voice genuinely surprised. "I thought everyone has them at least once in their life."

"Well, I don't remember, at least. Maybe my teammates are too unattractive."

"Do you understand what kind of insults fly out of your mouth?" Toudou grits his teeth.

"Does it have to be a current teammate or could it be someone from the past?" Kinjou asks.

"Any teammate is fine."

"Hmm, well then." Kinjou picks up his cup and drinks.

Makishima is happy that Onoda is doesn't drink. The thing is that there are several assumptions surrounding their youngest member and breaking them might shock people to their cores. Everyone else drinks and after that they began to look around as if to figure out who has dreamed about whom. Lately, the protagonist of Makishima's dreams has been Toudou and he has never had a crush on his teammates, but the subconscious just happens to be a sneaky little bastard that likes to confuse its host with weird dreamscapes. Such as that awkward slideshow about Tadokorocchi from a couple of years back.

"Okay, if we're going down that road…" Naruko says, cracking his knuckles. "Never have I ever–"

"It's not your turn, idiot!" Imaizumi hisses.

"Who cares? I have a good one."

"Still, wait for your turn."

Naruko shuts his mouth, allowing Fukutomi to make another claim. "Ehem, never have I ever skipped practise."

"Of course not, you're the captain, Fuku!" Toudou complains, taking a swig – along with everyone else. Even Kinjou has to drink.

They get from Izumida's and Onoda's rather mild claims ('Never have I ever swam in an icy lake or gotten a tattoo') to Naruko who has been chewing on his bottom lip and shifting impatiently on his seat waiting for his turn. He rubs his hands eagerly, chuckling to himself. "Ohoho, here we go! Never have I ever… kissed a guy!"

"Gaah, I knew this was coming," Imaizumi huffs. He doesn't lift his drink though. And for a long while nobody does, but the atmosphere is oozing with incompleteness. Eyes flicker right and left, looking for the brave soul who dares to pick up their drink first.

Then Teshima coughs somewhat nervously. "Does it count if it was a prank kiss?"

Naruko shrugs. "Sure."

Teshima's fingers curl around the cup and, glancing sideways at Aoyagi, he lifts his cup. When it touches his lips, Aoyagi picks up his own drink and they swallow simultaneously.

Makishima shifts his weight, his fingers restless, sparing a quick glance at Toudou. He sort of knew in the beginning that he might have to lie in the game in order to avoid awkward questions, but this one… it isn't too bad, right? If prank kisses count too? They just have to make sure to not drink right after another. Though that might be hard, as he doesn't know if there are still other people wrestling with themselves about whether to drink or not.

He can feel Toudou's eyes on him, maybe looking for permission. He can feel Tadokorocchi's eyes on him, almost piercing his skin. Damn, he knew it had been a mistake to tell his friend about the party episode. But eventually he straightens his back and with a swift movement, definitely not hesitating one bit, brings his cup to his lips and pours the sparkling liquid down his throat. And he sees across the table Toudou grab his own drink and okay, is everyone looking at them? But then Manami shrugs and empties his cup too. Toudou is the last one to drink, and even though there's a faint rose tint lingering on his cheeks, nobody seems to pay that much attention to him. Nor to Makishima.

Phew. Cleared that one. But there might be much worse stuff to come.

Naruko blinks, clearly taken aback. "Wow, so... that was a lot."

"You said even non-serious kisses count."

"Well yeah. But still."

They move on. Imaizumi's and Kinjou's statements are nothing to start sweating over but Makishima has to drink anyway. He's beginning to feel his head buzz. Due to his skinny form, he usually gets drunk pretty easily. He doesn't usually get very bad hangovers so he's not concerned about that, but… the past has taught him that he might lose control over himself when drinking too much. Not that it would be such a disaster tonight, because he would direct his actions towards Toudou, but he's not sure how quiet he remembers to be when intoxicated.

When they get to Teshima, there's something in the air. Something menacing in his usually very calm eyes, as if he's planning payback. "Never have I ever had a dick up my ass."

More than one person at the table gapes at that. Makishima hides his smile. People usually take Teshima for someone as innocent as Onoda, and this was not the first time that he had managed to throw people off.

"Kakaka! Bold, Perm-senpai!" Naruko cackles and is about to pick up his drink as a reflex. He freezes when he realizes what he's doing. "Shit, no! No, I haven't had... what the hell am I doing?!" Alcohol is clearly getting to his head, making him even louder and more hyper. "Hotshot, stop me if I try to drink when I'm not supposed to!"

"How the hell should I know when you're not supposed to?" Imaizumi demands.

"Well, that one was pretty obvious!"

"You could have been a child prostitute in middle school for all I know."

"I was not a child prostitute!" Naruko cries out and is about to grab his drink again. "Fuck, somebody take this cup away from me!" He only calms down when Onoda takes the cup to his own side.

An awkward moment passes. Nobody picks up their drink. Not even Makishima. This is the part where he's just going to keep quiet and cross his fingers behind his back. Tadokorocchi is not looking at him. Toudou is not looking at him. In fact, nobody is looking at anyone except for Mr. Pierre who is watching all of them with a good-natured smile on his face.

"Oh my god, let's just move on," Toudou waves his hand when too many minutes have passed. "Mute guy, it's your turn."

Aoyagi's eyes linger in his lap. "Hmm, never have I ever…" The next words are not audible, but Teshima is quick to catch them.

"'Never have I ever been to a gay party'."

"Well, this game is certainly turning out to be one," Naruko mutters.

"Do gay clubs count?" Kinjou asks.

"I suppose they do but… what?" Tadokorocchi is flabbergasted and so is Makishima.

Kinjou cracks a smirk. "Got you."

"Fuck, don't scare me like that!" Tadokorocchi exhales, grabbing his chest. "This game is not good for our health, I swear to god!"

Apparently nobody has been to a gay party or club, since all the cups stayed at the table. The turn passes on to Shinkai who pulls out an energy bar and takes a bite of it before speaking. "Never have I ever watched gay porn. I mean an actual film, not some vines on the net."

"What if you have watched half of it?" Manami asks.

"It counts."

"One-third?"

"Still counts."

Manami yields. "I haven't."

"Why didn't you just keep your mouth shut then, idiot?" Toudou comments. "Oh, it's my turn. Well… never have I ever…" His gaze brushes over Makishima in a way that tells him to expect trouble. "Never have I ever had anything up my butt."

"Wasn't that already asked?" Naruko wonders, getting more and more drunk by the second.

"No, your Perm-kun said he's never a dick up his butt."

"What's the difference? Are there certain things you cram into your ass regularly?"

Toudou's hair bristles like an angry peacock's. "Not me! I said 'Never have I ever'!"

"For example, you have to stick your finger in if you have internal haemorrhoids and need to, like, put some ointment on them," Izumida remarks. "I don't have them, but my grandfather did, so I know. He also had a colonoscopy done on him, so that kind of procedure would count, I suppose."

Toudou is blinking. "He told you all that?"

"Well, he was quite open about his health issues…"

"Ungh, I don't want to know," Naruko announces and receives a smack to the back of his head from Imaizumi. "Oww, what the fuck, Hotshot?!"

"Show some manners, will you! You're the one talking about poop day in day out."

"That's different! That's like, an everyday thing, and haemorrhoids are like, a nasty health issue."

"A very common one, though," Izumida says, not swaying from Naruko's indiscretion.

"Okay, sorry. Sorry if I insulted your haemorrhoidal grandfather, Abs-san," Naruko mutters. "Still, I'm not gonna drink on this. Wait, poop doesn't count, right?"

"No, it doesn't. Okay, so who drinks?" Toudou asks.

Silence follows. Everyone stares at their drinks, not wanting to pick them up, especially now that they could be suspected of awkward health problems.

Slowly, Makishima lifts his cup. He can give Toudou this much at least. He can feel all eyes on him but nobody says anything. When his cup returns onto the table, Aoyagi picks up his own. And then Shinkai drinks. And Fukutomi. Izumida. Even Teshima. And in the end, Imaizumi.

"Hey, it's my turn again!" Manami chirps cheerfully. "I guess you guys already saw this coming but… never have I ever had sex with a guy."

Toudou leans his head on his hand, looking much more relaxed than a few rounds ago. Must be the champagne. "Define 'sex with a guy'."

"More than kissing and mild groping. Something that involves touching dicks." Manami's face lights up. "You must have done something, Toudou-san, if you're asking for a definition!"

"I could be asking for someone else," Toudou just says, looking somewhat disinterested. Makishima makes a note that at some point he absolutely must get Toudou drunk if that's what he becomes like. He was sure that Toudou would be one of those obnoxiously loud and over-emotional drunks, given that he's almost like that when sober, but apparently he becomes calm and collected when given alcohol.

Shinkai pushes his seat back. "Sorry guys, but I'm gonna go and check on Yasutomo. You can continue without me."

"Hey, answer the question first!"

"I wouldn't have to drink," Shinkai offers them with a small smile, turning around and heading over to his teammate who hasn't glanced in their direction even once, from what Makishima has seen.

"Hmm, seems like we'll be stopping soon too," Kinjou says, picking up the last champagne bottle, shaking it and sloshing the remains of liquid inside. "We're almost out of drinks."

Mr. Pierre lets out a merry laugh and bends down to pick up something from a plastic shopping bag that's been lying on the lawn beside him. Another bottle of champagne hits the table. "No, you're not."

Makishima sighs. This is going to be one long, drunk night.