[ Jess doesn't think she's any colder than she was when she was outside and dressed but she knows that can't be true. And she knows it's not her abilities either, which make low temperatures marginally less unbearable for her than the average Joelle. It's the ice flow in her veins, little shards of her brain and heart sloshing along it like the castoffs of glaciers. She runs cold, but judging by the coarse gooseflesh raised all down her legs, not cold enough. The whiskey emphatically seconds that sign, simmering on the way to her stomach, leaving the inside of her throat seared and twice as thirsty.
Jess has another swig from the bottle, which seems to have become her centre of gravity as she holds it to her mouth til the base hits the ground. Jess stays propped there, poorly balanced with her leg come to lie fully against his. With her hair in front of her, her armed pinned beneath her to the right and his chest walling off her left, Jess tries to expand the false sense of security that she feels in that small, dark space, until it can encompass the tent for as long as it stands. Tries. Sighing, Jess briefly rests her forehead to the bottle's mouth and then raises her head to hand it back. ]
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Jess has another swig from the bottle, which seems to have become her centre of gravity as she holds it to her mouth til the base hits the ground. Jess stays propped there, poorly balanced with her leg come to lie fully against his. With her hair in front of her, her armed pinned beneath her to the right and his chest walling off her left, Jess tries to expand the false sense of security that she feels in that small, dark space, until it can encompass the tent for as long as it stands. Tries. Sighing, Jess briefly rests her forehead to the bottle's mouth and then raises her head to hand it back. ]