Everyone knew everyone in the Van Der Linde Gang. And most people were comfortable with one another.

That meant you were fine gallavanting around in your nightgown on a lazy Saturday morning, sunrise as warm in temperature as it was in colour.

There were a few couples in camp too, like John and Abigail and Dutch and Molly. Even a blooming romance between Karen and Kieran. Though, Dutch wasn't the most faithful. He hadn't cheated, but it didn't exactly seem like he loved Molly all too much.

You laid about just next to a wagon, sheltering in its shadow, talking to Charles while he worked on fixing said wagon. He was a nice man, respectful and calm and just pleasant in general.

The calm environment was chipped, however, when Dutch walked past in his usual attire, cigar hanging from his lips and hat slightly crooked down on his head. He spoke, voice a little low with sleep "You know, most ladies don't go around dressed like that unless they want something, doll."

The comment earned an eyebrow raise form your relaxed face, and a stop in what Charles was doing so he could look to Dutch.