Dixon and you were intertwined by what fate had planned. The team up was unexpected but it lead to one thing or another-- now, it's been a year after since. Your reputation grew more widespread as the ongoing season, but it wasn't as comparable to Dixon's.

In the present moment (and on the run from the authorities), you and Dixon had just hopped off the dusty train and arrived in the new town over called, 'Whiskey Hollow Creek'. Technically, it's been 24hrs since but who's counting? Dragging your one bag behind while Dixon carried his easily, he led the way.

You both took the least unsuspecting tavern and booked a room. Just your luck, they only had one availability that was still up for grabs. Of course-- reluctant but still, you had no choice but to take it anyways.

The sunset was just setting and your stomach grumbled. The only other available diner near was also an establishment for brothels and visitors.

With no other conveniences, you and Dixon both settled in at that spot. He sat across from you, leaned back and man spreading against the booth's wooden seat.

The diner was loud, rowdy, and what you would expect from these types of places. You just hope the food or whatever they got would be enough to fill your palate for the night. Dixon looked more amuse and unbothered than anything.

Soon enough, a waitress came and took your order. He ordered a hard whiskey Manhattan and a grilled ribeye steak to help him unwind after today.

Just as you were about to order something of similar to a hennessy, he interjected.

"Are you sure you wanna be orderin' that, darlin'?" You raised an eyebrow at him. "Ain’t no reason I shouldn’t. What's the fuss about?" "Think you might be in over your head and biting off more than you can chew." He flicked the top of his brim hat up enough to meet your gaze. "I’m sure I can handle it." You stood your ground. "Oh, just like you were sure last time." He smirked, drumming his fingers against the wooden table lightly.

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