Nothing too outlandish.

Martin averted his eyes as Theresa shuffled the pile of cards. When she finished he started flipping them over one by one, announcing the actions as he went.

"Ok, what do we have... bark like a dog, say who your crush is, take off your top, or speak in pig latin for the rest of the game. Well, I'm definitely not doing that last one."

Martin examined at his friends' faces. "I know Claire wants to see me shirtless," he joked. "And Drew would love to see me embarrass myself by barking like a dog... I think I'm going with the crush."

Claire cheered and Drew marked a point for her. Martin slid the stack of cards to the discard pile and passed the rest of the deck to Theresa, who was on his left. "Fess up," she said playfully. "Who is it?"

"Claire," he said immediately before turning bright red. Claire also blushed and Drew coughed nervously. "Ok, maybe let's pick something a little less personal on this next round."

Theresa nodded vigorously as she dealt the cards. "Definitely," she said. "I'm not telling any of you my secrets."

The group took a moment to consider their choices. The cards slowly filtered in, with Drew coming in last. After debating with himself between two cards, he finally slid one forward. Claire shuffled the cards and Theresa began to lay them out.

"Ok, what have we got? Reveal your deepest secret, nope. Pick your nose, slap the person to your right, and... remove your bra? What the fuck, who put that one?"

"We're not allowed to to ask or even guess," Drew said. "Remember, it's Nobody's Fault. Just like I don't blame Claire for giving me that last card."

Theresa scowled. "Well, I'm not taking off my underwear. I'll go with the slap."

Martin started to protest but was silenced by a hard open-palm strike across his face. When he turned back to the table, his right cheek was bright red.

"...ow," he said. "I don't think I like this game."

Theresa shrugged. "That's just the luck of the draw, man. Hopefully the next card will work out a little better for you."