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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 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.

When Arthur got Eames in the arm chair, Eames started taking off his button down and undershirt.

She came back and set a glass on the table beside him.

"What're you doing?" she asked as she saw him stripping.

"It's hot," Eames whined and slurred. Arthur picked up his clothes and went to put it in the hamper.

"Here, have some cold water then," she said, holding the drink out to him.

Eames grabbed the water from her, spilling some of it, and then chugged it down. "I feel sick," he said after he finished it.

"Of course you feel sick, you just drank most of a bottle of whiskey," she said. "But do you mean you feel like you're going to get sick?"

There was a big distinction to be had and her eyes scanned for something in the room she could grab if he meant the latter and he meant right this moment.

"I think - I need the loo." Eames gagged a few times. Arthur immediately helped him up and over to the bathroom.

She let Arthur take that one, just hoping they made it there in time. She went to refill the water glass. He was going to need it.

Arthur barely got the toilet seat up in time before Eames threw up into the toilet. Eames was on all fours as he heaved and gagged, tears running down his cheeks.

Ari could hear him from the kitchen and she tried not to. She sighed as she put more cold water into the glass and brought it into the bedroom, assuming Arthur would probably put Eames to bed after.

When Eames was down to just dry-heaving, Arthur cleaned him up and got him into bed. "Can you bring the trashcan or a bucket or something just in case?" Arthur asked her as he undid Eames's pants and started pulling them off.

"Yeah," she said as she went and emptied the one in the bathroom into the kitchen bin and then brought it in to put beside the bed.