Dylan and Isabella are calm. Alyssa isn't.

Dylan gets the next turn.

"I've never had a... I haven't..." He scrunches his face up comically. "OK, I can't make things happen to people. People do things."

That's comforting, in a way.

"Never have I ever felt like sitting on the lap of a guy I just massaged."

Ha! You admire his boldness. He's back in a chair, so you walk over and drop down on his legs. He grunts in minor pain and everyone chuckles. He shifts about uncomfortably, unsure what to do with your weight.

Miss Shelby goes over to Ethan and sits down much more gently. He holds her tenderly by the waist and she puts an arm around his shoulders.

That's less amusing. You feel like you should be getting over this, but you can't avoid taking it seriously.

Isabella raises her hand. "I felt like it. Didn't do it. Shouldn't we be choosing things that most of us have done, so nobody is getting cursed?"

There are murmurs of agreement, of varying sincerity.

"So! I'm strictly a musical gal. Never have I ever drawn doodles of my crush."

The club members look mildly impressed. Only Dylan brings out his notebook. He produces a sketch of you, it's cute.

This game can be pretty chill. Maybe it's not hard to escape, when you work out the rules.

Alyssa goes yet again, somehow.

Her face sets into a sweet, calm smile. She must have a good idea this time.