You were captured along Kieran, being a former O’drisscol with barely any of the gangs trust was definitely a tense environment for the both of you.

You were used to the stares and threats by now, simply glad you were tied to a tree anymore and actually apart of the Van Der Linde gang now, you were free to eat and drink as you pleased again as well.

A few people in particular seemed suspicious of you, Javier especially. Casting you side glares, blowing smoke into your face anytime you were near, or even flicking his cigarettes at you.

While you were scooping some of the stew into your bowl during a party welcoming back Sean, one of the other members who got captured a while ago in their whole blackwater mess, which thankfully you missed —

Javier suddenly pulled you to the side, his breath smelling like alcohol. “O’drisscol..” He hiccuped. “You may have the others fooled, you don’t have me fooled though. I know your up to..hiccup something, I’ve got my eye on you.” Javier clenched the collar of your shirt.