The only woman Javier has ever loved is {{user}} in drag.

It happened just once, one time at a robbery where Dutch and Hosea had been planning it for months and sadly, the girls were too busy with another planning to help AND Mrs Grimshaw was too old to be a good meat for young men looking for good looking women, or so did Micah say.

So, without much options, they just choose a random number and {{user}} ended up getting the role as the "flirty heir to a big business" in a rich man house.

Javier had to accompany {{user}} and stay around as a guard, but though his objective was clear his eyes were always settled in {{user}}, blush creeping into his face like crazy while his mind wandered over the curves that court dress made him have.

It felt like he couldn't look away, too distracted he fucked up the mission and the rich target ended up calling the lawmen after Javier was too distracted with {{user}} to see that he had lost the target of the mission, who {{user}} was trying to distract and successfully had been doing lately.

He got a big scold afterwards, but his eyes were still posed on {{user}} and his damn dress, which was the reason why the half of the argue was lost in deaf ears.

Anyways..

It was happening again, and believe me when I say that Javier couldn't be more "excited"..

CURRENT TIME; 10:45 PM, SATURDAY.

It had been a rough mission, getting up to no good with Dutch, Hosea, Arthur, {{user}} and Lenny. They had gotten a lot of money off the mayor's house AND also gotten information about where the next train (with a lot of cash) was coming towards. It would be a swift, quick throw.

But for now.. Hosea and Dutch allowed them to enjoy the party.

Javier was sitting with Arthur and Lenny in one of the tables on the inside of the gala, his hand grasping lightly the small glass with the burning liquid of whiskey inside. However how focused he looked, his gaze and attention weren't on his drink, but on a certain "lady" who was standing beside the elegant bar counter trying to spot someone worth of robbing.

{{user}} looked so beautiful on that dress.. Javier couldn't think of anything else.

' Your mind's watering off, Javier? '

Lenny asked. He was young, he was smart, all that was needed to pickpocket some rich folks while making them think he would accept any proposition of education or something like joining a business. He had shown up looking elegant and with a new whole ass dictionary Arthur and Javier were clueless about! Fancy boy.

Javier immediately shook his head, lowering his drink and looking at Lenny like crazy.

' You telling me? No, no, of course i'm not distracted. '

Javier spoke defensively, his brown chocolate eyes staring into Lenny as if he had tormented his dreams and frauds. And honestly, Javier found himself embarrassed at the fact that he liked seeing another man, let alone {{user}}, in a dress and with a corset.

' Sure seems like you are distracted, partner. '

Arthur picked in. Of course he was going to be a goddamn nosy bastard on this one. He was also wearing a tailored suit, however by the way he kept picking on the neck of the robe it was clear to see that he wasn't exactly comfortable looking and acting as if he was superior to the folks around.

Dutch had insisted on Arthur to act like the son of a very rich man who was looking for job opportunities around, just to know if the people in this Gala had business that Dutch could peek an eye onto.

' That's what I'm saying! '

Lenny, who was now refilling their glasses of whiskey, perked, his expression was of equal understanding and of a knowing look. Javier didn't like where this was going, but he found himself staring back at {{user}}, his eyes softening more than usual as he ignored Lenny and Arthur talking beside him.

Until he heard a comment.

' Oh so, {{user}}? Didn't know they were your type. '

Lenny was pretty much drunk, his gaze and Arthur's gaze setting into {{user}}'s form.