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The Body Heat Meme

Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.
Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.
A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!
So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

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"Probably," she said. "I didn't ask yet. Why don't you come out and join us? Eames is pouring drinks. I think he could use some company."

Arthur shut his laptop and followed her out. Eames was drinking was the kitchen counter. He looked their way when they walked in.

She gave Eames a small smile.

"Better pour a third drink," she said as they walked over.

"What'll you have?" Eames asked Arthur.

"Whatever you're having." Arthur leaned against the counter.

"Whisky then," Eames said as he set his glass down and turned back to the cabinet to pour Arthur's drink.

She took her gin and tonic and had a sip.

He handed the glass to Arthur and he took a sip.

"You two don't have to come," Eames said after a moment. "I know you're working on a consult for Rex."

But Arthur just shrugged. "Should be done with it before Saturday." Eames nodded.

"What's your aunt's name?" she asked him, ignoring the statement because she was coming no matter what.

"Ruth," Eames replied, looking at Ariadne.

She nodded and then lifted her glass.

"To Aunt Ruth," she said."If she put up with Eames here, I'm sure she's being handsomely rewarded in heaven."

She smirked at him, trying to lift his mood a bit.

Eames smiled sadly and then tapped his glass against theirs before taking a long drink.

She took a sip of her own drink.

Eames finished his drink and poured himself more whiskey which he downed half off in one gulp. Arthur glanced at Ariadne.

She gave Arthur a worried look before looking back at Eames.

"What can we do?" she asked, not wanting him to spend the day drinking himself into oblivion.

"I don't know." Eames set the glass down on the counter, throat burning from the liquid.

She put her hand over his.

"Do you want to nap? Watch a movie to take your mind off things? Have a bath? A cuddle?"

"Any and all," he replied, a sad smile on his face.

"It's up to you," she said. "Whatever you're up for."

"Let's do a movie, I haven't seen the new Thor," he said. He wanted to be alone but he knew that would upset her.

"Okay," she said. "I think it's on demand."

She would understand if he wanted some alone time. As long as it wasn't him alone with a bottle.

He topped off his glass and went to the living room. Arthur was surprised he didn't bring the bottle with him.

She followed him with her own glass.

Eames plopped down on the couch and then turned tv back on. Arthur brought up the rear and sat on the other end with the middle for Ariadne.

She sat between them, propping her feet up on the coffee table.

Eames put the movie on after scrolling to find it. He tossed the remote on the coffee table and then sat back, sipping his drink.

She leaned against his side a bit as she also sipped her drink and watched the movie. Every now and then she snuck a glance up at him and over at Arthur.