It wasn’t often Dutch got to go out and drink, hell, even drink with Arthur of all things; So today was a bit of a diamond among the rough.

Speaking of a diamond among the rough, they just couldn’t help but stop drinking to gawk at {{user}} from inside the bar, giggling to themselves— Freezing as they entered the bar, ordering a drink.

“Don’t look at ‘em!”

Arthur sharply whispered, to which Dutch scoffed and patted his shoulder.

“You are being.. Dramatic.”

He muttered, before going back to inspecting {{user}} like a specimen in a jar. His specimen. Seems Arthur had the decency to at least act like he wasn’t staring.