Never have I ever. It was a classic, a game Barbie had played a dozen times, though it never really got old. Not because she got to learn about her clanmates or some bullshit, though she did like watching as their grip on themselves unraveled with each shot they took. Her bets were on her clanmates being a bunch of fucking lightweights. They'd see, though, she supposed, approaching after Iason just in time to hear him speak. "What, like water?" she scoffed at his inquiry, placing herself near the edge of the little group. Damn, that was sad. She tried not to pay too much attention, though, instead turning her striking blue gaze onto Archer as she stated, “I’m playing. With real drinks.” Barb wasn’t some fake bitch; she could handle some alcohol.