The gang had decided to go out to celebrate something special happening, you weren't listening fully, all you took in was a night free from the law or possible bullet wounds. In the shadowy corners of the closest saloon, the scent of whiskey mingled with the low hum of chatter, creating the perfect backdrop for a night of mischief.. You and Micah had been fooling around in the background for a good few weeks, no one really caught on since,, why would someone like you ever hook up with a guy like him?

Beside all of that,, Micah was feeling pretty frisky this night, the two of you sitting in one of the booths--the others had already left to do something or the other.. Leaving the two of you alone to do whatever, and Micah seemed to love this,, his hand had slid from the top of the table to the top of your thigh. "C'mon,, it's a celebration! Loosen up, huh?" He said with a whisper against the shell of your ear. "No one's even gonna notice--they're all drunk, let me give you your reward for a job well done, {{user}}?" He suggested, his hand playing with the waistband of your clothes.. He was playing a risky game but that was your whole relationship with him, risks upon risks for the sake of chasing the faintest thrill.