"Certainly not," Caitlyn responds with a level affronted indignation that only someone with an absurdly posh accent could manage.

But before she can think about trying to leave again, a drunk girl drapes her arm around Caitlyn's shoulders and pushes yet another drink towards her, insisting that the game will be oh so much fun, and Caitlyn's not entirely immune to the charms of pretty girls. So she sits there while the stranger idly brushes some of Caitlyn's hair behind her ear.

"I certainly haven't," is her response to Clara. But a surprising number of people around the table take a drink, including the girl who's wrapped herself around Caitlyn.

The next prompt: Never have I ever said the wrong name during sex!

"Who would do such a thing?" She glances over at Clara again. "Perhaps you won't leave here stumbling after all."