In which the guys play Never Have I Ever and get a little hammered...
Nick and Hank played Rock-Paper-Scissors to decide who was going to share a bedroom with their boss. Sean or not, the thought was still pretty intimidating. Nick lost in the best of three, and he went to put his things in the room. He found Sean's clothes neatly hung up in the closet. Nick changed quickly and went back out to the main portion of the suite.
"Okay," Monroe began excitedly, "Picasso is French and Spanish cuisine... and I'm covering this. It's my thanks to you guys for all of this..."
"Monroe, calm down! You're shaking!" Nick put his hand on his friend's shoulder and felt a tremor, almost as if the Blutbad had consumed entirely too much coffee.
"I think it's the sugar from that damn cupcake vodka catching up to me... I need to eat something..."
"Well, then, let's go!" Sean said as he herded them out the door.
Dinner was delicious, and each course was paired with a fantastic wine; Nick had to admit, Monroe had great taste. The men sat and talked, enjoying the food and each other's company, planning out the next day's activities.
When they got back to the room two hours later, Hank once more raided the bar and made his way over to the big table near the window.
"You know what we should do? I haven't done this since college, but we should play 'Never Have I Ever'. I used to love that..."
"I've never heard of it," Bud said warily.
"It's kind of like Truth or Dare," Nick explained, "except you start each sentence with 'Never have I ever...', and if anyone who's playing has done that thing, they have to drink. For example, if I say never have I ever... I don't know, had sex with Rosalee; whoever has had sex with Rosalee would have to drink." Nick noticed Monroe glaring at him.
"I had better be the only one drinking to that..." the Blutbad muttered. The other men assured him he was.
"Now, the way we used to play, if you were the only one drinking, you'd have to explain yourself, but since you're living together AND she's marrying you, I would hope she would be giving it up... how about we do this bottle of banana rum and then we'll switch to beer?"
"Do we have to chug the beer?"
"No, it's just sips." Sean reassured him. "Also, to avoid really weird, esoteric stuff, I propose a rule that if nobody drinks, the person who made the statement has to drink." They all nodded in agreement as Hank set up the shots.
"Okay, Monroe, you can start." The Blutbad thought for a moment.
"Never have I ever cheated on the person I was dating." Hank took his shot.
"There's a reason I've been married four times, guys... okay, never have I ever owned a motorcycle." Monroe took a shot.
"When I was younger, I restored this Indian bike... the one Angelina had. I loved that bike... I gave it to her when we broke up. Sean's turn."
"Never have I ever proposed marriage to somebody," Sean said with a smirk as all of his companions took a drink.
"NOT FAIR, dude." Monroe grumbled. It was Nick's turn.
"Never have I ever started laughing inappropriately at a funeral." Monroe, Sean.
"Never have I ever been out of the United States." Monroe, Hank, Sean.
"Never have I ever flown in a private plane."
"Does it count if I was a zombie and don't remember it?"
"Close enough, you've done it." Nick, Sean.
"Never have I ever cried over a fictional character." Monroe, Nick, Sean, Bud. "Really, guys?'
"Bambi's mom," Nick said. Hank thought a moment, then threw back his shot as well.
"Bambi's mom. And Old Yeller. And that's our bottle of rum. Do you want to see if I can find another or switch to beer?"
"I'd like to remember where I am in the morning, so I say beer," Monroe commented, and the others nodded in consensus. Hank brought over some bottles. Sean began again.
"Never have I ever eaten haggis."
"One of the English profs had a Burns Night supper when I was in undergrad. NEVER again." Monroe muttered as he took his drink.
"Never have I ever read a 'For Dummies' book." Bud, Hank.
"Never have I ever gone cow-tipping." Hank, Monroe. They continued into the night, watching the lights and fountains below, and eventually the questions got racier.
"Never have I ever been too drunk for sex." Nick, Hank.
"Never have I ever had sex in front of a camera." Monroe raised his beer to his lips, then looked suspiciously at his compatriots.
"None of you?" Four heads shook in response. "Ever? I don't think I believe you..."
"Angelina?" Hank asked.
"No, Rosalee." Hank chuckled.
"No, not sweet, innocent little Rosalee!"
"Sweet, innocent Rosalee is a Fuchsbau vixen. And they are the textbook definition of 'lady in the streets, freak in the sheets'. And anywhere else they decide they want you... some of the freakiest stuff I've ever done was with her, with the promise of a lot more. And if you ever mention it to her, I will kill you." Hank held up his hands in defense.
"Noted!"
"Never have I ever had a food-based sexual experience." Monroe, Hank, Nick.
"Never have I ever had sex outside." Monroe, Sean, and Bud drank.
"Really, Bud?"
"Why are you surprised? I'm an Eisbiber, we tend to like to... uh... consummate near rivers... okay, never have I ever had a one-night stand." Hank, Nick, and Sean drank.
"Never have I ever had sex in a sleeping bag." Monroe looked around, shrugged, tipped his beer to his lips, and muttered, "well, it's on our list..." Hank started giggling.
"What do you mean, 'our list'?"
"It means exactly like what it sounds like. Rosalee and I have a bucket list of sorts, things we want to do, fantasies, role-play... We keep it in a drawer so we can add to it... and there's one we're saving for the next time it snows, saving each other from hypothermia and frostbite by sharing a sleeping bag..." The other men sat and thought for a moment until Sean broke the silence.
"That's actually kinda hot..."
"Phoebe and I have a list, too..." Bud agreed quietly. "Let's just say we're never bored." Hank mulled that over and giggled again.
"I guess I'll have to remember that if I get married again... I think this is going to have to be the last round, because I'm starting to see sounds..."
"It's your turn." Monroe and Sean reminded him in unison.
"Ummm... never have I ever... freeballed."
"What?" Bud sputtered, confused.
"Never gone commando... like, no underwear." Monroe clarified as he took a swig. Sean did as well.
"Never have I ever had sex with someone whose name I can't remember." Hank.
"Never have I ever been walked in on while masturbating." Sean, Hank, Bud.
"Point of order," Monroe raised a finger, "this refers to like, parents and roommates and stuff, not sex roleplay that involved someone walking in, right?"
"Ummm... what?" Nick was feeling very fuzzy, and the question didn't really make sense.
"Ummm... Rosalee likes to watch..."
"No... doesn't count... She really likes to watch? Juliette thinks it's gross."
"Katie liked to watch me... my third wife... I guess it depends on the woman... Okay, Bud, last one."
"Never have I ever had sex somewhere I could get caught." Bud said.
"I'm just gonna chug the rest of this," Monroe commented, holding up his beer. "I have some stories... none of which I'll be telling you guys."
"Aww, come on! Storyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Nick whined, and Monroe quirked his eyebrow.
"Really, Nick? Haven't you heard enough about my and Rosalee's sex life? Go to bed, ya pervert." Nick stared intently at his feet
"I don't know if I can stand..." he said quietly. Monroe laughed and helped him shakily to his feet.
"So the Grimm and the Kehrseite can't handle their alcohol... how are you doing, Sean?" Sean stood a little too quickly, held on to the table for a moment, composed himself, took two steps, and collapsed. Hank, Nick, Monroe, and Bud froze, staring at the Prince sprawled in a pile on the floor for a long, awkward, silent moment. Then Sean started laughing hysterically.
"You should see your faces! It's like you guys thought you broke me!" All of the men started laughing together, and Nick lost his battle with gravity and collapsed on the floor as well.
"So you all concede to the superior ability of the Blutbaden to hold our liquor?" Monroe asked loudly through his laughter. Sean reached up to him.
"I'll concede to whatever you want, you magnificent bastard... help me up!"
"Me, too!" Nick cried, scooting over next to Sean. Sean caught Nick's eye and winked. Monroe reached down to pull Sean up, but he and Nick grabbed the Blutbad's arms and pulled him down onto the floor in another fit of giggles.
'DOGPILE!" yelled Hank, as he and Bud sat on top of Monroe as he struggled to breathe through his laughter. They all laughed so hard, tears were streaming down all of their cheeks. Monroe sat up, still the most sober of the bunch, looked at the scene around him, smiled and said simply:
"God, I love you stupid fuckers so much."