A discussion about the Job doesn't go to plan
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Hosea frowns as he notes the look Noel gives Arthur as they take a seat at the table within the Saloon and his frown deepens at the way Arthur blushes under the mans stare. He goes to question him, but is stopped by Colm walking over with bottles of beers dangling from his fingers
"Here you go" with that the older O'Driscoll takes his seat beside his Brother and turns to Dutch while waving a hand at Hosea "So, whats so special about this guy? Why do we need him and the Brat"
Arthur bristles at the term, but at Dutchs raised eyebrow, he holds his tongue and takes a swig of the beer.
Dutch sighs "Colm, not all robberies can be accomplished by gunfire and bloodshed" he shakes his head "Especially this one I have planned" a smirk crosses his face as he lowers his voice "There's talk of a meeting up of some high class Businessmen from New York, something about investing in the Railroad" he takes a swig of his beer "Now, I have managed to get us three tickets into the Midnight Ball they are hosting in the neighbouring Town, six days from now" he smirks "There will be a lot of money flying around and I'm hoping a lot of interesting leads that could set us up for a decent future"
The Felenico frowns "Who'd be the three ta go?"
A slight cringe crosses Dutchs face "Well, obviously myself and Hosea. I'll have Annabelle on my arm as a Felenico doesn't need a ticket"
Noel gives him a thoughtful look "What if Arthur and Colm pretend to be a Felenico? We dress them up as such so we can sneak them in?" He ignores his Brothers anger as he looks straight into Arthurs blue eyes "As it's not the first time you have pretended to be a Felenico" he smirks "Think you'd look pretty with a collar around your neck, unlike my Brother here"
A faint blush covers Arthurs cheeks as he lowers his gaze before glancing up and gesturing at Colm "No-one would believe he is a Felenico, not with that greasy mop and rat features"
Colm snarls as he bangs his fist on the table "I'm just as dangerous as a Felenico, so you better watch out, Boy!" He stands and towers over the younger man "Besides, I'd make a better Felenico than you"
Arthur smirks as his eyes flash in warning "Not arguing with cha there, bet cha enjoy getting fucked like a good putty-cat" he quickly jumps to his feet and dodges the fist to the head, but grunts at the one to the stomach. He grits his teeth and slams his own fist up into Colm's jaw, sending the man falling back a couple of steps.
Hosea curses and scrambles up from his seat as Colm tackles Arthur to the ground. He quickly rushes over with Noel to break up the fight "Enough! We don't have time to fight amongst ourselves!" He turns to Noel who is holding his Brother back "Take him outside to cool down" he glances around, thankful that the Law hasn't been called as he turns to Dutch "I'm taking Arthur back to the Hotel, we shall speak more tomorrow when things have calmed down" his eyes narrow at the smirk and he growls "You need to sort Colm out, he is a loose cannon and I won't have you putting our heads on the line for one good score" with that he tugs Arthur out of the Saloon and into the Hotel.
+RDR2+
Arthur winces as Hosea rubs some herbs into his bruised jaw and he growls as he slaps the hand away from shirt "I can do it" with that he unbuttons and removes his top, fluffing up his scruff as he scowls "I don't like this Plan, Hosea...Colm is too uncontrollable" he huffs "He has no idea what being a Felenico is like"
"Well, according to your words, you don't either" with that he hand over a mixture of herbs "Eat those"
He grumbles as he eats the bitter leaves, but tenses as fingers run through his scruff "Hosea? Whatcha thinking?"
Hosea sighs as he removes his fingers "I'm thinking its probably a good idea to remove your scruff, as its the only thing that proves what you are" he runs a hand through his hair and rubs the back of his neck "Even though it'd help with the Plan...I don't think it would be a good idea to reveal yourself to the two O'Driscoll's"
Arthur thinks it over and huffs "I'm thinking your right, but Miss Bessie ain't gonna like it" he smiles "She likes running her fingers through it while I practise my reading with her"
He chuckles "Might be best for both our sakes if she doesn't find out, if it grows at the same rate as your hair...should be back to normal within a week" he sighs as he softly pets the soft strands "But first, I need to speak to Dutch" he goes to stand, only to be stopped by a hand on his arm
"He's kinda busy right now" at the frown, he winces and gestures to the wall "He's banging Annabelle, might be best if ya wait till the morning" he flinches as his sensitive hearing picks up the sound of her orgasm and he rubs his ears to get rid of the sound of Dutch following close behind.
Hosea watches the emotions cross over the younger mans face and sighs a he takes a seat beside him "So, what Bessie says is true? That you...like Dutch that way?"
Arthur cringes as he rubs a hand over his face before shrugging "Dunno really" he gazes at him before turning to look at the floor "Ever since I saw Dutch 'n' that Tiger Felenico banging...I been having dirty thoughts" his cheeks turn red "Dunno if its just Dutch or 'cause I saw him doing it" he shrugs "Never seen folk fuck, don't normally hang around ta watch"
He thinks it over and cocks his head as a thought crosses his mind "What about the look Noel was giving you?" He watches as the blush darkens and sighs "Have you seen him as well in a compromising position?"
"Nah, he just kissed me that one time" a smile crosses his face at the memory "He wanted me ta leave Dutch 'n' head off with him, but before I could choose...we had to leave Town" he shrugs "Part of me is glad I didn't go, as I woulda never met Miss Bessie"
Hosea frowns as he glances out of the window "But you were tempted? To leave?"
Arthur shrugs "Dutch made it clear he wasn't interested and...and I kinda enjoyed the attention I got from Noel, made me feel special" he turns to face the older man "Yeah, I was tempted. But I made the right decision, wouldn't 'ave changed anything besides biting Miss Bessie that is" he cringes "Still can't believe I did"
"Yes, well, lets not have a repeat of that please" with that he stands and stretches out his back "Right, lets get some decent sleep as its the last night we shall be spending in a Hotel"
The Felenico chuckles and stands before kicking off his boots and tugs off his jeans "Night Hosea"
"Goodnight Arthur"
+3am The Next Morning+
Arthur grumbles as his hearing picks up Dutch and Annabelle going at it yet again and he huffs with a yawn as he sits up before shifting his gaze over to a softly snoring Hosea. A smile crosses his face at the sight and he shakes his head as he silently gets dressed before climbing out the window to take a seat on the roof.
Once out in the open, he feels himself relaxing and he digs into his pocket for a cig before lighting it and takes a deep puff. He gazes up into the sky, but a sudden noise of someone in trouble catches his attention and he frowns as he takes another drag before rubbing it out as he heads off to investigate. His eyes narrow as he spots a young woman being harassed by two men and he jumps down from the roof, startling them all before growling "Don't think the Lady appreciates your attention. Be best for ya to get lost"
The men sneer and one steps forward "She owes us payment and we shall take it"
The other grabs at her hair, forcing a pained yelp from her throat "She's been teasing us all day then tried to disappear as we went to collect"
She claws at the hand in her hair "P-Please! I gave you the money back!"
Arthur growls and pulls out his gun and knife, pointing them at either men "Let the Lady go. It ain't worth dying over" he glances into the blue frightened eyes before slitting his own as he takes a step backwards, making sure both men are in his line of sight as he looks from one to the other.
The man to the left growls as he goes for his gun, only to yell at a shot through his hand. He grops his weapon and clutches his destroyed limb before turning tail and running off.
Arthur smirks as he turns his attention to the other man, clocking his gun as he raises an eyebrow "What's it ta be?"
He glances between the gun and the woman in his arms and growls as he shoves her towards him "Have her then! She ain't worth the trouble"
The Lady grabs his shirt and hides her head in the crook of his neck while tears rolls down her cheeks.
Arthur waits till the man disappears from sight before huffing as he holsters his weapon and awkwardly pats her back "You're ok down, Miss" he clears his throat as he attempts to move out of her hold "Erm, we betta get you home and quick before the Law comes a running"
She pulls back slightly and rubs the tears from her face as she clings to his arm "I-I don't have a h-home" she sniffles "I have n-nowhere to go. Please? C-Can I stay with you?"
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair before huffing "Sure" with that he picks up the discarded gun and places it in his belt "Come, lets speak to Hosea...he'll know what ta do"
A smile crosses her face "You are like those books my Mother read to me, you are my knight in shining armour" as she cautiously takes his hand in hers "I'm Eliza, Eliza Clark"
He glances at her small hand within his own and frowns at the warmth that the gesture creates within his chest as he answers "Arthur...Arthur Morgan"
