Erica looks alarmed or something. I can’t tell exactly what she’s thinking, but I can tell she isn’t impressed by Steph’s story.

“What about you, Erica?” I ask.

“Oh,” she says. “Twins at Burning Man.” She is very matter- of-fact.

“Don’t be fooled by Erica’s innocent façade,” Lily says. “She’s a real seductress.”

“They,” Erica says, “seduced me.”

Maybe Erica is more confident than she seems. I like when people surprise me. Maybe I will go for Erica instead of Lily. Maybe I will go for them both. Maybe they are sisters, and I will be able to put my finger down next time I play this game.

“Okay, Casanova,” Steph says.

“I prefer ‘femme fatale,’” Erica retorts. She doesn’t smile or anything when she says this, which I find attractive. Tara once told me she didn’t want to be the immediate hottest girl in the room; she wanted to be a “sleeper hit,” someone people didn’t notice at first but captured everyone by the end of the night. I thought that was smart at the time, and now I think Erica might be one of those—a sleeper hit. I imagine Erica having sex with twins, who I know are women because she said she’s a gold star, and get a little excited.

“Okay, femme fatale,” I say to Erica. “What haven’t you done.”

She smiles to reveal two dimples on her cheeks. Definite sleeper hit.

“Never have I ever,” she says, “thrown up from alcohol.”

Steph and I look at each other, laugh, and immediately put fingers down. Lily puts a finger down too and says, “Finally.”

“You’ve never thrown up from alcohol?” Steph asks Erica.

“I never get to that point,” says Erica. “I prefer psychedelics anyway.”

“Okay, cool girl,” I say. I am flirting a little bit. I like the idea of psychedelics, but I’m probably too “basic” for them. I don’t want to take a drug to make me feel weird. I want to feel good.

“Your turn, Steph,” says Erica.

“Okay.” She looks right at me. She’s going to target me, I can tell. “Never have I ever …”

I’m kind of excited but also a little scared, like I am at the top of a roller coaster about to drop. Steph knows a lot about me. Too much, probably.

“… destroyed my girlfriend’s property.”

My stomach drops. That’s not a very fun one. I put a finger down as inconspicuously as possible. I glance around the table and notice I’m the only one. I was hoping Erica was a crazy bitch like me.

“Did you just put a finger down, Dawn?” Erica asks.

I nod. “Steph and I know too much about each other.” I try to laugh it off, then sneak a mean look at Steph.

“We need the story,” Lily says.