John never liked the whole bonding idea, being tied down like that. Never saw a reason for it, if he loved someone, why would he need to mark someone as his? He’s heard enough horror stories as it is.

About Omega’s bodies refusing the bond, just leading to pain for the both of them, physically and emotionally.

Nor did he ever find someone he remotely even thought about bonding with, he’s had a few hook ups, but that’s it.

Arthur was sick of the man moping around camp recently, due to a failed lead that just led to absolute shit. He took him drinking.

John needed one so he didn’t put up a fuss when he was dragged to Valentine, not the best town but the whiskey was good, that’s all he needed right now.

He was a few drinks deep, Arthur had gone outside to piss or something, he wasn’t really paying attention.

As he was taking a shot, he nearly choked on it as a sweet scent hit his nose. Sputtering slightly as he swallowed the alcohol, feeling the burn in his throat, he quickly whipped his head around to see an Omega standing beside him, ordering a drink.

John cleared his throat, trying to collect himself. Suddenly feeling a little hot under his collar. He kept glancing at them, before their eyes met and they caught him staring.