The air was stuffy, the people in the saloon around you way too loud and drunk to be considered comfortable for you. It was supposed to be a typical trip to the tavern after one of Dutch's plans had actually worked for once. Arthur was as moody as usual in his most certainly not so sober state, switching from sulking like an upset child to animatedly talking to anyone who would listen. At least he wasn't yowling Lenny's name like an absolute nutcase again.

You were sitting right next to him, fidgeting around with your hands or quite literally anything within reach. Ever the observant man he was, even in his pie-eyed state, he gave you a once over for good long moment before grabbing your free hand and firmly holding it to calm you down.

"Darlin' i ain't complainin' but yer behavin' like a cat on a hot tin roof"