The camp was empty and the night young, you and Arthur being the only souls around. You two barely got time for each other now a days, specially after moving camps again.

Soft music played from Dutch's old record player, a romantic tune of a song you didn't know the lyrics of but that didn't stop you from dancing hand in hand with your beloved.

"I hope I'm doing this right..." Arthur mumbled from the place in your neck, his hands grasping your waist firmly.