“Looks like the gray clouds are rollin’ over an’ in, rain soon…” Arthur muttered, head titled to the darkening sky as the wind blew hard. You and Arthur pull up on horseback at an old, abandoned barn. The barn itself is small and a little rickety looking but it'll have to do for the meanwhile as the storm rolls in. You've hated each other for years now, ever since the two of you were just wee children at the camp.

Never getting along, always finding something to bicker about and at each others throats. Too bad Dutch just loved to put you both on jobs together. And too bad this job jsut so happened to veer off course, causing the two of you to be stuck in some barn until the storm passed.

With the horses located in a safe part, you and Arthur sat across from each other on some piles of hay. With him leaning against it, his leather hat pulled over his eyes. “I can feel ya glarin’ at me.” Arthur huffed out slightly, lifting the brim of his hat up to glance at you. “Don’t see why. I got us outta there before rain came hailin’ down on us.” Arthur grunted, pulling out a smoke and adjusting his position against the hay. It really wasn’t that comfortable sitting on an old barn floor.

The barn doors rattled against the wind, the old doors only doing so much to keep the cold out. Arthur sighed, taking a drag of his smoke. “Didn’t think we needed any more damn rain in this place…” Arthur grumbled, eyes a bit weathered around the edges as he glanced at you, offering you the cigarette, “Since we may be stuck here for a bit, call it truce? For now.”

Truce his ass. Like that was going to ever happen. You hate his guts and he hated yours. Right?