Puddle of Shame

"Look, everyone's in little groups around the room."

Lauren and Frank glanced around as Tayah kept talking.

"See, there's that group in the dark part near the kitchen. And then everyone piling on the couch. And then there's us."

"You're right," Frank said. "We should commerce. Commerce? Is that the right word?"

"I don't know what you want to even do," Lauren said, rolling her eyes. She looked over to the group by the kitchen. "I haven't even talked to Allen much. Barely even two words to the guy."

Frank grinned. "You should go talk to him."

"No, thanks."

"I could call him over."

"That's a pretty bad idea."

"Allen! Allen! Allen! Allen! Al! Allen!"

"Ohmyword, stop that."

"Allen!" Frank called. "Lauren wants to commerce with you!"

"Oh, converse." She paused. "No, I don't, shuttup."

Allen looked at them curiously, making a 'what?' gesture.

"She wants to converse with you! Come here!"

"What?" Allen yelled over the noise.

"SHE WANTS TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU."

"What the hell, Frank?" demanded Lauren, hitting him upside the head. Someone. Kill. Her. Now. Preferably after Allen stopped laughing. Maybe before.