Somebody does.

Drew walked over to the couch, where Frankie and Claire were awkwardly trying to positions themselves.

"No, don't move your leg- fuck, how did I get stuck doing this with you?"

"Doing what?" Claire asked, her face a mask of confusion. She looked down to see Frankie line up her mouth with her vulva. "Oh shit! Frankie, are about to go down on me?"

"We're 69ing!" Frankie grunted. "I just-hm. I, uh... I think we need to sort of interweave our legs. No, don't move your leg or else- what? Shit!"

"I don't think that couch is big enough," Drew observed mildly. "Why are you trying to 69?"

"Ohh, that's what we're doing," Claire said. "I thought we were playing twister." She darted her head forward and flicked at Frankie's vulva with her tongue.

"Because you told us to," Frankie grunted."Remember? I have to do everything anyone tells me to."

"You do?" Claire interjected. "Uh, say 'Claire is awesome!'."

"Claire is awesome." Frankie immediately replied.

"Oh, then stop 69ing- er, trying to 69," Drew ordered. Frankie relaxed with a sigh.

"Wait, we were 69ing?" Claire asked as she sat up. "I guess that explains why my mouth tastes like pussy."

A thought occurred to Drew. "Isn't it a little unsafe to be around this dipshit?"

"Hey!" Claire protested. Frankie shook her head, looking dazed.

"Don't do that," she said woozily. "I can't- every time I try to think about the future or consequences my brain almost falls into an oubliette."

"Oubliette?" Claire asked, her mind completely unperturbed by the insult she had just heard.

"Yeah, you said that before," Drew said. "What the hell is an oubliette?"

"Oubliette?" Claire asked again and Frankie groaned.

"Both of you please quiet for a just a few seconds," Frankie said. She turned so that Claire had a good view of her bare chest. As expected, the distractible woman's gaze locked on to her breasts. Drew began to speak but she quickly shushed him. After a few more seconds, she waved her hand in front of Claire's face. Claire didn't react other than to look at her with a puzzled expression briefly before returning to neutral.

"Ok, can we-"

Frankie shushed him and took Claire's hand. She led the entranced woman to the corner and spun her so she faced the room.

"Better," she said. "Turns out it takes her more than fifteen seconds to become curious about her surroundings."

Drew waved his hand in front of her. "Don't address her or say her name," Frankie said. "And an oubliette is like a trapdoor to a small chamber. I feel like my thoughts are falling into oubliettes and if I chase them I fall in too."

"Could you fall in on purpose?" Frankie asked.

"I mean, maybe, but why the hell would-"

"Jump in an oubliette!" Drew said.