Not ketchup.

"Fine, I'll do the dick one." Drew reached under the table and unzipped himself. Claire immediately ducked her head under the table to see.

"Mmmm," she said approvingly. "It might get cold being out like that. Do want somewhere warm to put it?"

"That would go against the card, wouldn't it?" Drew asked. "Now that we've gone through a round, what do you guys think?"

"I like anything I can beat your ass at," Frankie laughed. "So yeah, I like it."

Martin spoke up next. "Actually, have you noticed that we stopped keeping score? Even Frankie did, and she never forgets to keep score."

"That's true," Theresa said thoughtfully. "And something else is weird too. I know the point of the game is that nobody can be blamed for their actions, but Drew just exposed his genitals to us. In any other circumstance that would be taking things way too far, but it doesn't seem that way now, does it?"

"It's not his fault!" Frankie said defensively. "Just like it's not Claire's fault that she's all slutty and it's not my fault that I'm doing everything I'm asked! It's the game, not us."

"That's right," Martin said. "It feels like everything that happens is because of the game, not us. Like in a dream when you do stuff but you don't really feel like you're in control. See, watch this: hey Frankie, kiss Claire."

Frankie made a face, but turned to give her friend a peck on the cheek. "That's all?" Claire asked with a pout.

"Now, we can all agree that Frankie isn't responsible for what she just did. Frankie, slap Claire."

Frankie immediately backhanded the other woman, who yelped in pain and rubbed her cheek. "...I guess we know who likes it rough," she muttered.

"Frankie, why didn't you apologize?" he asked. Frankie looked confused. "Why would I?"

"See?" Martin said triumphantly. Only Theresa seemed to be following his argument. Claire and Frankie were cuddling and Drew was watching them, practically drooling.

"So we can't be held responsible for anything we do?" Theresa asked. "We could do all kinds of crazy shit!"

"I always wanted to act a little slutty," Claire said. "Now I can without being judged for it. After all," she said as she idly toyed with Frankie's bra strap, "it's not my fault."