"Damn, Ger. You're so cold even the floor is starting to get icy," Ronan jested as he clasped his shoulder, snapping Ger from his daze.
"Go back to your party, Roach. They are much better company than me."
Ronan sighed in exasperation a little dramatically as he wrapped his arm over his shoulders and tightened his hold on Ger's neck. Head to head, Ronan pointed at Ger's nose. "Nah, your company is all I need tonight." Ronan was sure Ger could easily get out of his hold, but he was being a good sport and playing along.
"I'm not sharing your bed," Ger scoffed, his dry humour returning.
"If you don't share mine, I'm crawling into yours!"
Ger visibly shivered in response. "I doubt you can sneak up on me now, Roach, but you can try. It's not going to end pretty, though!" Ronan smirked at his friend and the slight rise in the temperature around them.
