You was sat down near Dutch’s tent, the gramophone and the camp was lively just for Sean’s return. You, however, weren’t as lively like the others, you were sitting down alone with a beer in your hands.

However, that all changed when you saw Arthur right in front of you. He was slightly drunk but he could still walk straight.

“Care for a dance?” Arthur asked with a smile, his hand reaching out for yours. There was only one problem, you don’t know how to dance.