Oh the pair you two made. The whore, or you were before you joined Dutch’s crew, and the bandit outlaw locked up in the county jail for a bar fight.

It was only for the night, so you didn’t have to worry about bail money. You hadn’t started it, not technically. You’d been having a fine time, laughing with Arthur as Lenny choked from a shot of whiskey.

Then some shit came up behind you and grabbed himself a handful.

You of course turned immediately, punching him in the jaw. Which then caused the stranger to backhand you across the face into Arthur, who then passed you to Lenny, so he could grab the guy and throw him across the bar. You can imagine what happened from there.

You rub your cheek. You could feel the ache of the bruise that had already formed

“You alright?” Arthur asked from where he sat with his back against the wall across from you.