Authors Note: This is the first story I have written like this! I really hope you guys enjoy it, and please leave me feedback for how I can improve. I love RDR2 so much I can't get enough of it! Sorry if this is kind of short, it'll get longer next time!
Arthur stared intently at the fire, starting to burn to embers. It was very late, almost everyone in camp had settled down for the night, all except for a few sole members. Arthur, of course, was awake, digging away at the bottle of whiskey in his hand. Uncle was also awake, but not really. His eyes were half closed, ever so slowly drifting towards sleep. Lenny and Javier sat at the poker table, talking in a hushed whisper. Arthur desperately wished he could understand them, but from where he was sitting, they sounded like hissing snakes, and Arthur did not have the energy to move closer. Although she had been tucked away in her tent for a while, Sadie still lay awake, staring into the darkness. The last few months rolled around in her head, as she tossed and turned, playing back all the events that led her to where she is now. From the O'Driscolls to Micah burning down her home and everything she had owned, Sadie had had a rough few months. She sat up in her cot, deciding she had enough. She slowly sauntered towards the campfire, and to her surprise, there sat Arthur. Usually, he was gone at this time of night and would return later the next day. "When did this man sleep?" Sadie thought to herself. Before her first trip to her tent, Sadie had had a few drinks, but she was not nearly as drunk as Arthur. At first, when Sadie sat next to him on the low log, Arthur didn't react, but then he slowly turned his head and stared at Sadie with big, burrowing eyes, burying a hole in Sadie. Sadie didn't want to talk first, so she let Arthur speak.
"Little Sadie Adler, well I'll be! Look whos up!" He spoke loudly, slurring his words. His hot breath drifted into Sadies' face, reeking of whiskey and cigarettes.
"Hey Morgan," Sadie said, not really wanting a conversation with this drunk Arthur. Suddenly, Arthur found something very funny, he laughed for quite a while, before taking a deep breath and finding his words.
"My, my, look at you! How do you even manage to look so damn good?" Arthur asked. He spoke slowly and softly, not as harsh as it was just a few seconds ago. Sadie was shocked. It didn't matter though, because Arthur was drunk as a skunk and would never remember this moment anyway.
"Why you say that, Morgan?" Sadie asked, patiently. Sadie found this side of Arthur quite amusing, he never thought Arthur could be a funny drunk.
"I just, I really like you, Sadie," Arthur said, struggling to get each word out, every one a new challenge.
"Quite odd Morgan. Quite. But since you're so drunk and won't remember this, maybe I like you too." Sadie said, looking around to see who might still be up. Uncle sat across from them but had long since passed out. Javier and Lenny had ended their conversation, and ended up in their own tents, zipped in tight. Sadie leaned closer to Arthur. Sadie sure would give him hell for this tomorrow, but of course, leave out the part when she said she liked him too. Arthur reached a wobbly hand towards Sadie and softly caressed her face. This moment was the funniest thing to Arthur, and he laughed again, but he was still looking right into Sadies' eyes. Her big brown eyes were lit up by the dying fire. Sadie opened her mouth to speak, but Arthur put his finger on her lips and shushed her. Sadie was quiet as she looked right back into Arthurs stunning eyes. Sadie had never looked at Arthur so closely as he did right now. He wasn't so bad to look at, Sadie thought. She never noticed his stunning eyes, or his handsome jaw and huge shoulders. Arthur began to lean in, closer to Sadie, hand still placed on her face. His hands weren't clammy, but surprisingly smooth on Sadies' face. Sadie was deep in thought about Arthur, still was still, however, returning Arthurs gaze. She was suddenly awoken from this dream-like state, with a deep, longing kiss from Arthur. His smooth lips felt so good on Sadies'. She didn't want this moment to end, but a few seconds later - it did. They kept their eyes still locked, but Arthur began to rise from his spot, whiskey sloshing in the bottle.
"Let me help you back to your tent there, Mr. Morgan," Sadie spouted.
"Naw, I got this one. You get some sleep, Sadie." Arthur was fully standing now, still clutching the mostly empty bottle of whiskey. His first step was successful, but his second, not so much. He tripped over his own foot and ended up face-first in the dirt. Sadie couldn't help but laugh, at the man just a few moments ago, she was lip-locked with. Despite Sadies' best efforts, she couldn't drag Arthur back into his own tent. So she left Arthur in the dirt, passed out, still clutching the bottle. "What, the fuck, just happened." Sadie thought to herself as she made her way back to her own tent. If she had trouble sleeping before, she would have even more now.