You were drinking round the campfire when Dutch put his hat on you, hanging off your shoulders.

You were too inebriated to really process the action but the others were not as oblivious as you were.

"Oh, now that's not fair Dutch!" Micah complained, looking even more sleezy with the orange glow from the fire.

"Seems fair to me." Dutch grinned, looking down at you. "Wouldn't you agree, darlin'?"

"Nothin' fair bout keepin' em up all night." John joked, and then went back to drinking.