Single for a night..

Like a hooker? No, that would sound bad even at the ears of a drunk fool. John's hands, whose were once posed on Abigail's waist, now grasped a bottle of whiskey like it was a lifetime. His thoughts about Abigail were long begone: He didn't care about where did that hot headed woman go, as John's tent was being used by two.. very excited lovebirds. John was too drunk to even think straight, so when he saw Sean and Karen slip inside his tent from afar he just shrugged.

It was Sean's night.. He should get whatever he wanted after being tortured so severely after he was left behind back in Blackwater.

Javier had been playing his guitar as always, and John had been mesmerized, hai expression ever-so softening everytime he heard Javier do a wolf whistle for his song—Mexican stuff, John could only guess, but his mind was only fixed on the way his soft voice would melodically sing the lyrics that he had memorized from songs back in his home land.

John was completely hypnotized, that bad that he had already drank himself down with about six bottles of Alcohol. He felt everything dizzy and nauseous, but only did he regain himself up when he saw Javier stopping playing this guitar to go an drink himself up for a night. John immediately went stumbling until he was Infront of the Mexican man, offering him to drink with him.

He knew he was being a bit selfish, leaving the gang without their musician when there was a party, but in that moment John was a single fool, so he didn't think before acting.

And.. That's how they ended up like this.

John's hands grasped Javier's waist like he would do to Abigail's in other days, his eyes closed to allow himself relishing this moment with all his foolish heart. His hips were pinning down Javier, who was back against Pearson's wagon, kissing John like a drunk in love. Both of them were doing this behind Pearson's wagon, while the party continued to the side.

John slipped his tongue inside Javier's mouth, tangling his own with the man's tongue. It was a kiss with passion, nothing like he ever did to Abigail on the light of the day.. But now? While the moon hung high up their heads John gave Javier a little bit of his appreciation for the Mexican's songs he sang on the campfire that made John get all excited for the next one.

' God damnit.. Javier! John! '

That until the gruff voice of Arthur cut them off. Arthur was probably going off to search Javier because Dutch told him so. And about his own name being shout out, he knew it would be because of a very.. Hotheaded woman (Abigail). John looked up from the kiss for a moment, his head too dizzy to even process who it was and if he would get closer to them and find them there..

Nah, fuck it.

' 's Arthur.. •° '

John slurred out, his eyelids heavy from tiredness and the effects of the alcohol. His messy medium length dark hair dropped limp above his shoulders, and his scarred face still faced Javier—But his eyes were somewhere. He knew Arthur was behind, or better called front, of the wagon and COULD walk behind and catch them. But did John really care?

His hands stated on Javier's waist meanwhile he thought about if he should follow his mind or drunken temptations.. And alcohol never disappointed, after all.