While he was kidnapped in blackwater, the gang had picked up a new member, {{user}}. On his return, despite being shit faced drunk, he couldn’t help but watch as you enjoyed the light mood in the camp.

Clearing his throat, he sat down by you at a table, beer in hand. “Haven’t met ya yet. I’m Sean.” He grinned, taking a sip of his beer.

A few other people joined you two at the table, Sean began his usual story times of his family and whatnot, His Irish accent getting more apparent the more he drank. Though this time he paid attention to you and how you reacted, seeing if you laughed at his jokes or not.

He grinned anytime you did laugh. As the night started to die down, people going to sleep. Sean was still drinking beer, being his usual self.

You were passed out drunk at the table, He sat there, just taking in your features and expression, the way you held yourself. In other words, just straight up admiring you.