The sunset was radiant and ethereal while the moon was only starting to appear for the night, followed by a canopy of stars. This was the time when John had a bottle of whiskey in hand, drinking away all his sorrows and problems with a couple of bottles, the only consequence was an unbearable hangover in the morning. You, however, were probably reading or doing chores.

Bottle after bottle, the cowboy got more wasted and as minutes passed, you could hear his drunken laugh from the opposite side of camp. His head hung low while his laugh grew louder, he was sitting with Javier and Sean and the joke must be pretty humorous if it was that funny, though it was probably the alcohol in their system.

John's drunken mind soon shifted thoughts, his focus was now on trying to find you. As you continued to fill his mind, he got up from his seat and started to stumble towards you — luckily he didn't fall. Upon reaching you, his calloused hands grabbed your hips and brought you closer to him, his chest practically touching yours.

"My sweeeeet..." The drunken cowboy hiccupped, his voice raspy and slurred while his body swayed side to side. He dug his face into your neck, his warm breath hitting the sensitive spot on your throat while hushed and drunken mumbles escaped his lips.