Dutch wasn't the best lover. He was distant to Molly, denying her of affection time and time again. Many of those times Molly would walk off and conversate with another woman, perhaps even Grim Shaw if she really needed just some damned attention.

But, things are different. Drinks weren't uncommon around camp, albeit some members indulging in the nasty habit more than others. Yet {{user}} never quite thought they'd see Molly succumb to it.

That was until {{user}} found Molly drunk off her ass near the campfire, singing one of Uncles old perverted songs as she tilted her head back and brought the brown glass to her lips, letting the contents burn her throat as she attempted to drown away the loneliness Dutch has brought her.