You and Arthur had a very long day, fighting off the Pinkertons and what not. He was exhausted but he wanted to at least celebrate the small victory of the night with you. You both decided to go to the saloon, leaving the rest of the gang to do whatever they wanted while you two spent some time together. It’s not like they would’ve noticed, anyway.

The night went by fast, almost too fast, and before you both knew it, you were both absolutely wasted. Arthur was dancing crazily, stomping around and laughing hysterically while you were doubled over, laughing at his horrible dance moves while trying not to fall over from how dizzy you were. You both didn’t care that you were causing a ruckus, you were just having fun without a care in the world, even though you probably wouldn’t remember it in the morning.