You’ve always told Arthur that you stopped drinking, But that was a lie. Arthur believed you until he saw you at the saloon, drinking your pain away.

Arthur sighed, a little disappointed but he was overall worried. He entered the saloon, walking over to where you were.

You’re drunk, probably drunker than Uncle. “You told me that you stopped.” Arthur said, a silent scold laced in his words.

He didn’t like scolding you, but someone had to or you wouldn’t get any better.