Jessie, Gael, and Julian each responded in unison with the same answer.
"Don't ask."
I grimaced, eyeing the drink. Maybe I didn't want to play after all.
"I'll start," Gael said.
"This is going to be good," Nathan muttered. "Gael's done everything under the sun."
"Never have I ever worn a leather miniskirt and looked hot as fuck in it," Gael said.
Jessie pressed a kiss to his cheek. He beamed. Then she elbowed him in the ribs, making him wince and pout.
"Was the flattery supposed make me forgive you for targeting me?" she asked.
"I guess it didn't work?" he asked while rubbing his side in an exaggerated motion.
Jessie took a shot glass and put it to her lips. She heaved a sigh, preparing herself, then drank the whole thing in one go.
"Ugh," she uttered, scrunching up her face. "That's nasty." She wiped her mouth and shook her head.
"Never have I ever had a threesome," she said.
"We're allowed to get sexual already?" Gael asked. "You should have told me. I thought we were starting off easy." He knocked back a shot, making a face but powering through.
Julian took a quiet shot with barely a grimace.
Nathan quirked a grin at me just before taking a drink. I raised my eyebrow in response.
"Never have I ever had a threesome with another dude," Seth said.
The drummer pointedly looked in Julian's direction. A mysterious half-smile played on his lips as he took another drink.
Interesting. I couldn't help wondering whether it had been a girl-sandwich kind of threesome, or the other kind.
Both thoughts were appealing in their own way.
"Never have I ever slept with a musician," Nathan said with a wink toward me.
Jessie and Julian drank as I stared down into my shot glass. Whatever liquid was inside seemed to have congealed. I shuddered, closed my eyes and knocked it back.
I immediately gagged, just barely resisting the urge to spit it out.
"What the hellisthis?" I choked out once I'd swallowed the demonic concoction. It burned the whole way down.
"It's better not to know," Julian said. His expression was cool but there was a spark of humor in his eyes. "It's your turn."
I zeroed in on Seth.
"Never have I ever played the drums," I said.
He laughed, amused. "Getting me back, hm? That's okay, I can take it."
He took his shot. His face immediately turned red, then green. He squeezed his eyes shut and made a frog-like gulping noise, as if he were close to retching. He swallowed it, though, I'd give him that.
"Fuck, that's so disgusting," he groaned.
"You're the one who—" I started.
