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[nothingtobelieve]

Who: Vicious, Gren
What: Trying to survive when it's too hot for life...
When: Backdated to the last day of the Heat Wave plot.
Where: Vicious' room.
Rating: PG-13 to start will, will adjust as needed.


At some point during the week, the weather had passed from uncomfortable to nearly unbearable. And while Vicious was very stubborn, even he could not simply ignore weather this extreme. But, while he couldn't prevent himself from being reduced to the same sweaty, miserable state as the rest of the castle, he could stubbornly refuse to show himself in public.

So he was in his room, windows open, but otherwise in the dark, suffering with as much dignity as he could manage--which really wasn't much, when even the faucets had given up on delivering any form of relief--trying to decide if it was worse when the castle was only passively trying to kill them all.

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[both_neither]

Gren, on the other hand, had done his best to cope during the week, but life in town became less and less tolerable as the uncomfortable weather trend continued. While the townsfolk flocked to the rivers, he grudgingly made his way up to the castle to find something resembling a way too cool down.

The pool party had tempted him downstairs the next day, but public bathing was still no good. Seeing the people milling about did remind him, however, that he hadn't seen Vicious in a few days, and that his surly comrade was probably hiding out somewhere.

Perhaps he'd just bring the party with him.

Absconding with a pitcher of ice and a pair of cold beers, Gren went upstairs and headed to the other man's room, where he knocked once before letting himself in.

"Vicious? You here?" he said, squinting into the darkness

[nothingtobelieve]

He felt a moment of irritation at the knock on the door, but that abated when it turned out to only be Gren. And what sounded suspiciously like the shifting of ice had him actually peeling himself out of the chair where he'd been brooding to walk to the door.

It was probably the only time Gren was ever likely to catch him wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. It was certainly one of the few times he'd been reduced to such questionable fashion. And when he saw what Gren had brought with him, he didn't even care anymore.

"You have excellent timing."

[both_neither]

"Yes, I do," Gren agreed with a downward glance. Vicious lost a little bit of his usual menace without the clothes to enhance the effect, but not by much, so he keeps most of his amusement to himself. But his lip definitely twitches as he holds one of the frosty bottles out to his comrade.

[nothingtobelieve]

Vicious took the bottle, and stepped out of the way to let Gren into the room while he opened it. He had no doubt Gren had to be at least as uncomfortable with the heat as he was, if not more-so.

[both_neither]

Comparisons to conditions were sort of inevitable, but in this case there was a lot less sand and a lot more skin. You didn't tend to get naked very often or for long, unless you wanted to risked getting your skin sand-blasted off your body.

Gren wandered in with a lazy smirk and set the the pitcher and his own drink down on the table. One look at Vicious, however, made Gren think his comrade had the right idea, and he started working on his shirt buttons.

"There's a party going on downstairs..."

[nothingtobelieve]

He took a sip from his drink, and let a hint of a smile slid across his face as he watched Gren work at the buttons of his shirt. "And yet, you're up here with me."

[both_neither]

He shrugged as his fingers worked. "I had a feeling you'd prefer the quiet. And besides, I don't swim in public." For obvious reasons, it was left unsaid, and he tossed his shirt onto the bed.

[nothingtobelieve]

"I prefer parties to be private, it's true."

And if it weren't so hot, he might try to think of ways to make this one more lively.

[both_neither]

Gren chuckled, smirking at Vicious over his shoulder as he set to work on his bindings. He has ruled any of that out yet. Always the optimist.

"Almost makes me miss Callisto." Almost.