It was a whole new light to him. Something completely new and terrifying all at once, it honestly made his head spin and he wasn’t so sure he knew what he was doing which was not like him at all.

Even when he didn’t know what he was doing, he went in with a confidence that carried him through. He wasn’t sure that was enough this time.

“Stop wrigglin’” your voice sounded, soft and patient despite the look you were giving him. You were trying to help him with his suit, a proper, expensive suit. Something he never had the displeasure of wearing before. It was heavy and itchy, he hated it.

Dutch had recently weaselled his way in with a big shot in Saint Denis, something about many riches. The usual when it came to Dutch, but this time it was harder than just breaking in and taking. They’d have to blend in, take the riches while attending a party. A gala almost. Completely out of Arthur’s league usually but lucky for them before you joined the gang you had been apart of that world.

Your father was wealthy and parties like these were your weekends every week before you left, So of course you were partnered to help Arthur along. “Stop fussin’ It’s tight.” He hissed, trying to ignore your fingers touching his neck as you fix his neck tie.