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Whoever put Eames and Mal together in a room had to know this would be a dangerous match. To celebrate making it through a week of classes, or the phase of the moon, or whatever excuse it was they'd come up with, they'd climbed out on to the roof and brought the alcohol with them. After finding a secure-ish spot they settled down and cracked open the bottle. Conversation got more and more outlandish the emptier the bottle got.
( a scale from hot to oh, baby, take me over this desk now hot, who do you think is most bangable? )
( a scale from hot to oh, baby, take me over this desk now hot, who do you think is most bangable? )