Something a little more .

Claire was next. She dealt the cards and watched as four come back to her.

"Alright, what does this game have in store for me? Let's see... do a Marge Simpson voice for the rest of the game, kiss the person on my right, tell each person at the table something I don't like about them, or act seductive and flirty the rest of the game."

The rest of the group looked at Claire expectantly whiled she mulled it over. "Marge Simpson voice would make my throat hurt, I have no interest in kissing Theresa, and I'm certainly not telling you people what I really think of you." She sighed. "Flirty it is."

She unbuttoned the top few buttons on her shirt, exposing far more cleavage than usual. As she passed the deck to Frankie, she put her hand on the other woman's forearm. "Why don't you deal me something good," she purred. Frankie stared at her in shock, then broke into laughter. The rest of the group laughed too, Claire included. She reached up and loosed her ponytail, shaking her hair out.

"Holy shit," Frankie said. "I don't think we've seen this side of Claire before."

"Play your cards right and you can see any side of me you want," Claire replied. This time only a few people chuckled. She looked to Martin, who immediately averted his eyes. "That goes for all of you."

Theresa interjected. "Jeez, Claire, the card didn't say to act like Jessica Rabbit."

Claire bit her lip. "It's not my fault that I'm acting like this, right? Maybe I want to have a little fun with it, since I normally don't get to be so... forward."

She punctuated the final word by rubbing her bare foot against Theresa's leg under the table. Theresa yelped in surprise.

"Aah, take it easy! Frankie, please deal the cards before Claire starts dry-humping someone."

Frankie hastily dealt out a round and waited for everyone to give her their choices. When they were done, she looked at the cards before her eagerly. She clearly relished the chance to beat her friends at any game, no matter how surreal. She flipped them over, announcing each.

"Alright, chumps, let me show you how it's done. Let's see... ew, urinate on the table? No thanks. Take off your top, not a chance, kiss the person to your right, or don't refuse any request or offer for the duration of the game. Shit, these are tough."

"I like the sound of the last one," Claire said, and everyone chuckled nervously.

"No shit," Drew said with a roll of his eyes. "It makes seduction a lot easier when they can't say no."

"That actually does seem kind of interesting," Martin chimed in. "Claire's straight as an arrow, but she's acting seductive for the game. Would she try to do something with Frankie?"

Claire leaned over the table, exposing a generous amount of cleavage. "I prefer the company of men, but not boys. If neither of you have the balls to give me what I want, I'll take it where I can get it."

Frankie cleared her throat. "Thanks for clearing that up, Claire. I've made my choice."