It was a lazy summer evening and at Long Island were no guests, just the usual bunch of guys and Jazz hang around. Kunihiko was reading a woman’s magazine, there was a baseball match on TV and Jazz had a cardboard box in front of her.
“What is this?” Yamato poked his head between Jazz and the box and extended a hand to its content. She swatted his hand away.
“Don’t touch this. My parents have sent me some of my old things. Yearbooks, some old photos, private stuff.”
“Yearbooks?” Saeki suddenly stood beside her. “Come on, let’s have a look. I’m dying to see you in your school uniform.” He winked at her.
“Then die.” Ren was unfazed and focused his attention on the plate with food in front of him. Yuta and Takao joined the others and tried to peek into the box. Kunihiko looked up from his magazine.
“Have they sent your trophies, too?”
“You have won trophies?” Yamato sounded skeptical. “I can’t imagine Pouty to be the best at anything.” He laughed.
“Thank you, Yamato, you are such a sweetheart. I’m really surprised that you don’t have a girlfriend,” Jazz replied sulkily.
“What are the trophies for?” Yuta asked.
“Weeeeell~” Kunihiko started to answer but Jazz interrupted him.
“Uhm, nothing special, just some contests…” she tried to change the subject. “Hey, have you ever won a contest?”
Everyone nodded and started to talk at the same time. “Sure, for writing…”
“A science fair at school…”
“I won an award as start-up entrepreneur…”
“Some sports competitions…”
“For a paper I submitted two years ago…”
“Hey, not all at once!” Jazz laughed and closed the box before one of the guys could find something embarrassing inside. “I know you all for several months now and still there is so much to learn about you.” She pondered for a moment. “I know! Let’s play a game! We have played this in camp a lot to learn things about each other.”
Yamato groaned and rolled his eyes, Yuta smiled widely, Takao nodded lightly and Saeki smirked.
“Oh Jazz, tell us more about you at camp. Was it a girl’s camp? Have you made pillow fights and practiced kissing with each other?”
“Ewwww… Saeki, you are such a pervert.” Ren shuddered.
Jazz rolled her eyes. “No, nothing like this. It’s called ‘Neverhave I ever’ and is really simple.”
“It has to be or otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to play it.” Yamato smirked.
“Oh, shut up. We can make it a little bit more interesting. I know, wait a moment!” Jazz dashed behind the counter and grabbed some glasses and a bottle. Then she cleared a table and set the glasses down.
“Okay, come here and take a seat.” She sat down at a chair and the guys joined her. Jazz sat between Yuta to her right and Kunihiko to her left. Next to Yuta was Takao, then Yamato, Ren and Saeki.
“So, everyone of us says something like: ‘Never have I ever been abroad.’ It has to be true of course. Then everyone who actually has been abroad has to take a shot.” She filled the glasses with liquor.
Kunihiko frowned. “What’s that? Shuchu?” Jazz nodded.
“Wait a minute.” Kunihiko stood up and went to the counter to fetch some bottles. He handed her one of them. “Here, take this. It’s not as strong as shuchu. Otherwise the game won’t be long.”
“Oh, okay.” She shrugged and took the bottle. Then she continued to fill the glasses and handed them out.
“One round as example?” Takao and Ren nodded.
“Okay. Let’s stick with this abroad thing. Who actually has been abroad yet?”
Ren, Saeki and Kunihiko raised a hand. “You have to drink.” The three men downed their shots and Jazz immediately refilled their glasses. “Yuta’s next.”
“Uhm, okay… oh, I know! I have never been bungee jumping.” Jazz, Yamato and Takao drank.
“Takao, your turn.” Takao considered the task.
“Uhm, never have I ever cheated on a test.” Yuta and Kunihiko.
“Uncle, really? And you have always told me to be honest.” Jazz giggled.
Yamato: “Never have I ever came in last in a race.” Jazz rolled her eyes and made a muffled sound, then she took her glass as the only one.
Ren: “Never have I ever lost my keys.” Jazz, Yuta and Yamato.
Saeki: “Never have I ever smoked.” Kunihiko made a face and drank. To the surprise off all the others Ren drank, too.
Kunihiko: “I have never written a book.” Saeki took his glass.
“Very funny, really.” He drank.
Jazz: “Never have I ever kissed on a first date.” Yamato, Saeki, Kunihiko and Yuta.
Yuta: “Never have I ever been in a fight.” The others all took their glasses.
“Jazz, too?” Yuta asked in surprise. She nodded and Kunihiko chuckled.
“Yeah, she was quite a tomboy.”
Takao: “Never have I ever stolen something.” Yuta, Yamato and Saeki.
Yamato: “Never have I ever been in hospital over night.” Jazz, Ren, Yuta.
The mood got lively, they laughed and made jokes. Ren fell asleep with his head on the table.
Saeki chuckled: “Never have I ever been so drunk that I passed out.”
Kunihiko, Yamato and Yuta. Suddenly Jazz glanced to her uncle, an eyebrow slightly raised. He nodded stealthily.
Kunihiko: “Never have I ever I have never made out in a public place.” Saeki, Yamato and Jazz.
Jazz: “Never have I ever had a one-night stand.” Yamato and Saeki. Jazz silently tapped on Yuta’s thigh and pointed at Saeki under the table. Yuta immediately got the hint.
Yuta: “Never have I ever dated more than one girl at a time.” “Wait, what about Jazz? Shouldn’t we rephrase that so it applies to her, too?” Yamato interjected.
Jazz nodded. “Okay, but let’s not say it specifically each time. You say ‘girl’ and I just assume you said ‘or boy for Jazz’, okay?”
Everyone nodded. “So, what about dating more than one girl at a time?” Yuta asked again. Saeki drank.
Takao: “Never have I ever cheated on anyone.” He blushed and glanced at Jazz who slightly smiled. Saeki drank.
Yamato had noticed what the others were doing. “Never have I ever used a pick-up line.” Saeki, Yuta and Kunihiko.
Saeki: “Never have I ever… uhm, I think I have to resort to the boring stuff… Never have I ever stayed till the end of a party and helped to clean.” Jazz and Takao.
Kunihiko: “Never have I ever had a threesome.” A wicked smile played on his lips. Saeki drank.
Jazz: “Never have I ever seen porn.” She grinned. The guys looked a little bit guilty, all except Saeki. Takao blushed a little bit, but they all drank. Little by little their pronunciation got sloppy.
Yuta: “Uhm, never have I ever dated the ex of a friend.” Saeki and Yamato.
Takao: “Never have I ever had a blowjob.” His cheeks were bright red and Jazz couldn’t hold back her laughter. She winked at him. “We could change that.” She giggled and Takao blushed even more.
Saeki, Kunihiko, Yamato and Jazz drank. Jazz gave Takao a meaningful look while she downed her glass.
Yamato: “Never have I ever been sued.” Saeki drank.
Saeki: “Never have I ever – never been… uhm… never been… ” He was obviously really drunk and struggled to keep awake. “I have never been… I have never been in jail!” He swayed. No one drank.
Kunihiko: “Never have I ever been hit by a girl.”
Saeki and Yamato drank. Jazz drank, too. Takao stared at her wide-eyed.
“Does that mean you have been hit by a guy?!”
“When I was ten or so. He was hardly bigger than me at that time. Relax, Takao.” She laughed. “Oh, is it my turn again? Uhm, never have I ever have I ever had sex in a car.” Saeki and Kunihiko.
Yuta: “Ugh, it’s getting harder already… wait… Never have I ever been naked in public.”
“Really? I would have sworn you were the type of guy to streak during a sports match or at a party…”
Jazz giggled again, then took her glass. She was the only one. All the guys, except for Ren and Saeki, who was really drunk by now, looked at her shocked.
“I lost a bet, okay? Don’t ask any further.”
Takao: “Uhm, never have I ever tried to secretly make pictures of the girls I slept with?”
Yamato laughed. “Is that a question or a fact?”
“Huh, oh, a fact of course.” Takao blushed again. Saeki drank or better, he tried to, but he spilled more than he actually swallowed.
Yamato: “Never have I ever bought a new car.”
Although he had downed quite a lot of shots he was still chipper. Kunihiko and Saeki drank. One moment later Saeki passed out on the table.
Jazz jumped up from her chair and cheered, Yuta joined her and gave her a high-five while Kunihiko and Yamato smirked. Only Takao was a little bit too tipsy to celebrate.
Jazz looked at her unlce. “I told I could drink him under the table! You owe me ten bucks!”
Takao’s eyes widened. “When did you make that bet?” She grinned and showed him her phone.
“He texted me that I would pass out before Saeki if I kept drinking like that.” She danced a little victory dance when Yamato came and patted her on the back.
“So Jazz, and now back to the beginning. What about these trophies?”
Her bright mood instantly darkened. “That’s none of your concern.” She soot a glare to Kunihiko. “Don’t you dare tell them about it!”
Her uncle chuckled. “Don’t be mean to me, after all it was me who passed you the bottle with shuchu so that you could fill it in Saeki’s glass.” He winked at her. “You better tell him or you’ll never hear the end of it.”
Jazz pouted. “Fine.” She shrugged. “I was a contestant in some beauty pageants and won the first price like three or four times.”
Yamato gaped at her, then he began laughing. “Yeah, sure. That’s a good one!” Yuta, who had been fetching some water, opened the box and took out a trophy.
“Uhm, Yamato? She’s serious. First place ‘Miss Cherryblossom’.” He waved with the little golden cup. “And there are more inside.”
Yamato stopped laughing, Jazz snatched the trophy from Yuta, Kunihiko grinned and Takao muttered: “I think she’s pretty enough to be Miss whatever she wants…”
“Well, at least you’ll always be Miss Pouty.” Yamato blew her a kiss and laughed at her disgusted face.
Jazz threw the trophy at him but failed, then she grabbed Takao’s hand and pulled him from his chair. “What? Where are we going?” The lawyer was confused.
“I wanted to change one of your ‘nevers’.” She winked at him and giggled while she dragged him out of the bar under the surprised eyes of the others.