Chicks

Land on Chicks and there's no roll of the dice, no exceptions, no loophole: every woman at the table drinks, there and then. It's blunt by design — one of the wedges that doesn't ask you to perform, confess or negotiate, it just happens.

At a real table it plays out fast. Someone throws, the wedge lands, and there's a half-second where every bloke in the room turns to look at the women they're playing with. Cue groans, a few "here we go", glasses lifted in mock salute. On a night where the group's mostly women it's a proper round; on a lads' night with one woman in the flat, it can feel like she's being singled out for existing — worth reading the room before you cheer too hard.

There's no real dodge, and that's sort of the point. The nearest thing to etiquette is deciding upfront who counts — if someone's not drinking, or the group's not neatly split by gender, let the table settle it in two seconds and move on rather than turning it into a debate.

It sits in the 2nd Circle, so it's not rare — expect it to show up a few times a session. That's by design too: quick, one-line forfeits like this one keep the game moving between the longer dares further out on the board.