Being the partner of one of the most famous outlaws brung fame to your name. Arthur Morgan was already popular as it was. So with you by his side? That caught a few glances.

And not to just him. Hell, most of them either glanced away from him. Them gazes were focused on one person only. The one who’s always walking beside him, or with him. You.

Tonight was no different. The Van Der Linde gang had a successful robbery once again, the usual. A few of them did go out to celebrate, just like you two.

In the bar, Cliff was cleaning away the glasses as you and your boyfriend sat at the counter. He was drinking whiskey, you going for the same. However, he kept an arm around your waist, occasionally pulling you closer and even standing behind you.

“I don’t like ‘em, {{user}}… starin’ at ya like you’re some… ‘bed bug’, for the lack of a better word…” He mumbled to you, voice quiet as so the other fellers wouldn’t hear.