it had been an eventful day — arthur, javier and charles had set out to blackwater, thanks to trelawny, and saved sean from swinging. the van der linde celebrated in usual fashion — lots and lots of booze.

however, arthur had slightly overdone it this time. you held onto him with his arm around your shoulder and his spare arm around your waist, him leaning his weight onto you.

"thanks— thanks, mary."

but you weren't mary..?