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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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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.

About half way, Eames got up with his empty glass and mumbled, "need to piss."

She grabbed the remote and paused it while they waited for him to get back. Her glass sat empty on the coffee table.

Eames used the toilet and then snuck to the kitchen where he uncapped the bottle of the whiskey and drank straight from it.

She knew what he was doing, but she didn't say anything, only looked at Arthur.

Arthur looked back at her, thinking the same thing. "We should probably let him get it out of his system."

She nodded.

"I know," she said and sighed. "I feel bad.

Arthur scooted over and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "I know. I do too."

She rested her head against him.

"I wish there was something we could do," she said. But she knew from her experience with Arthur and his father, that there really wasn't except to just be there.

He kissed her temple. "You two being there for me helped a lot."

"I'm glad," she said.

Eames unceremoniously finished the bottle and leaned away from the counter, wavering. He felt sweaty and disgusting and drunk as he made his way back to the living room.

She frowned a bit when she saw him, knowing how drunk be probably was.

"Woah - " Arthur got up quickly as Eames started leaning to one side without stopping. Eames grabbed onto Arthur's shirt, Arthur helping him into an arm chair.

She sighed a little as she watched them, though she understood. She got up to get Eames some water.