Sharing.

"Eh, what the hell," Claire laughed. She winked at Martin. "If we all share this body, then no one has any responsibility for what we do with it, right?"

Drew shrugged. "Seems that way."

"Then let's have some fun," she said. She slid the deck to Frankie and everyone stared at her expectantly. She shrugged.

"What? I'm still controlling it. You're not telepaths, you're-"

"Raise your right hand!" Frankie said suddenly and Claire's arm shot up.

"You mean our right hand," Claire chuckled. "It's as much yours as it is mine. Although I do feel the muscle strain of keeping it up, so I'm gonna lower it."

Claire gently lowered her hand onto Theresa's knee. Theresa smiled lazily at her and Claire put another hand on her chest. "We can use this body however we want," she said softly. "It's like a van we all share, but I'm driving it. You want these-" she raised two slightly quavering fingers, "-inside you, just say the word."

"What if we told you to slit your wrists?" Drew asked. They all stared in shock except for Claire, who folded her arms and scoffed.

"Fuck you, dude! This thing is my house! Just because we all co-own it, you don't have the right to tell me to fucking destroy it! That's a fucked-up thing to say, man."

"Geez, sorry..." Drew muttered. An uncomfortable moment passed.

"Cards!" Frankie called, breaking the tension. After a minute of consideration, all four cards were in. Before she flipped them over, Frankie spoke.

"Hey guys, are we serious about this theory that these allow us to do all the things we always wanted to try but couldn't because of the consequences? Like Drew taking his cock out or Martin admitting his crush or Claire being all-"

"Seductive?" Claire asked huskily, leaning forward slightly. Frankie chuckled and resumed.

"Right, Claire. So if my first thought experiment was giving up control, what did you guys pick for my-"

"Just read the fucking cards," Drew muttered. To his surprise, Frankie slapped the back of his head hard.

"Fuck you. I don't remember a card saying you get to be a dick to me. But I've gotta do whatever you say, so let's take a look. There's... be an airhead, be timid, uh, be robotic, and... be silly." She looked up with irritation. "Seriously, you all wanted to change my personality?"

"Maybe you could try being less abrasive," Theresa said with a mellow smile.