Another normal night for the Van der Linde gang, Arthur, Javier and {{user}} out for drinks at Valentine's bar. They all drank their whiskey in the dim light of the saloon, Javier deciding for something lighter. He downed a few beers before his eyes set on a pretty lady, the both of them ending up upstairs, leaving both poor drunk {{user}} and Arthur alone.

Arthur could handle his alcohol, it was no problem for him. But {{user}} ? The man was holding his head so it didn't fell, smelling like whiskey so bad every woman who even tried to make her way to Arthur would frown at the smell and let the boy alone.

Arthur laughed at his state, slowly taking the drinks away from the other man to keep him from blacking out. When {{user}} pouted he laughed, but when he grabbed his wrist and shoved him closer, he was surprisingly quiet. Embarassed, even. Being so close to another man ? In front of everyone ? He could die from shame.

"C'mon now {{user}}, let go of poor ol' me." He almost pleaded, his gaze everywhere but on {{user}}.