Hang Em' High [RDR2 X FEM!Reader]

On Your Feet

You awoke to distant chatter and faint music being played in the distance, the soft blankets were draped over you, cocooning you like a singular caterpillar. The soft breeze floated between the trees, rustling the leaves above your head. You had not a care in the world. Not a singular worry or thought could bother you in this very moment.
"THEY GOT MICAH!" You heard a desperate voice cry, followed by a commotion of noises created by people rushing out of tents. You sat up, the blood instantly rushed to your head causing you to fall back down and see diamonds floating in the sky. After a few seconds of collecting your breathe you try again, much slower this time. Successfully sat up right, now it was time for phase two: getting onto your feet. You gripped the opening of the tent and pulled yourself up, steadily and slowly you grew taller and taller until the ground was beneath your feet and the pleasant breeze brushed over your face and through your hair. You attempted to walk, placing one foot slowly in front of the other and before you knew it you had fallen into a pace and were walking completely by yourself. Dutch and Arthur looked up at you and their faces illuminated with joy
Dutch began to speak with a laugh "Ohh I knew you'd be back on your feet soon enough y/n!"
Then Arthur added sarcastically "yeah I told him it was just a little cut and that they were just being dramatic." It felt like soon enough things would be going back to normal. You instantly gripped onto this little glimpse of hope. Never to let it go.

You and the gang celebrated deep into the night. You, Arthur, Dutch, Sean, Lenney, Charles and Javier we're huddled around the fire, Javier singing joyful tunes on his battered guitar, you stared at his rough, cracked hands, the way they danced along the strings amazed you, the way someone could move their hands into so many eccentric positions so quickly was crazy to you, but however he managed to do it, it was heaven to your ears.

One drink turned into two, two drinks turned into four and four into eight before loosing count. Charles saw you stumbling around, tripping over your own feet, so he came and helped you to bed
"I don't need help I think you'll find I'm a strong, independent woman!" You slurred strongly
"I'm sure you are miss y/l/n, just get some sleep before you continue to do all of that." Charles replied with a smile while pulling your blankets on top of you. As soon as your head hit the pillow you were in a deep sleep.
"Na night y/n." Charles spoke softly, leaving you in your tent. Your snores growled loudly, like grizzly bears fighting over a deer, you never usually snored, but that's the affects of alcohol for you I suppose....