Molly sat next to you on your cot— Peppering your face with soft kisses. Leaving pretty red lipstick stains.

Dutch was mad at her again— for something or another. And she decided to get back at him. You'd had your eye on the pretty Irish woman for a while now. And even if she was just doing this to upset Dutch. You didn't mind.

"You look so nice in my lipstick~" Molly Giggled, a smile on her face. The two of you sat in your tent. Flap just barley cracked.