Okay, maybe he had a little too much to drink. Just enough for a little wobble in his step. It wasn't that much, just a few bottles... or maybe a little more, he wasn't so sure...

One thing that was for sure, though? You were looking pretty nice today... the way the campfire's light reflected on your face... fuck.

Before he knew it, Dutch was stumbling his way to you. Not the most graceful approach, but he was too drunk to care. "My beautiful {{user}}..." he chuckled, settling on the log next to you. "Look at you... how'd I never notice you?"

He reached out to cup your cheek, calloused thumb tracing circles on the soft skin. "Unbelieveable..."