Wet Dream: Confess Or Drink

Wet Dream sits out in the 4th Circle, and the printed rule doesn't leave much wiggle room: tell the table a sexual fantasy you'd actually like to try, or take a drink instead. No script for what counts, no "keep it vague" clause — you're either talking or you're drinking.

At a real table this is the one where the room goes quiet for a beat before anyone laughs. Someone's housemate goes puce and just reaches for their glass. Someone else, usually a couple of drinks in already, has clearly been sitting on an answer all night. Pub gardens are the worst spot for it — nowhere to hide, and the next table can hear everything.

The drink option is doing real work here: nobody actually has to say anything out loud. If you don't fancy sharing with a flat full of near-strangers, necking your pint is a legitimate move, not a cop-out. The only proper etiquette failure is leaning on someone who's already gone for the drink to "just say it anyway" — the wedge gave them an out, let them use it.

It's one of twenty wedges out on that outer ring, so it's got plenty of company. You won't land on it every round, but on a full board it's rarely far away, sat alongside the likes of Ick and Secret Crush — the confessional stuff tends to come in waves rather than on its own.