RDR2 ONESHOTS ;; REQ ➥

𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 ;; 𝘋𝘝𝘓

SUMMARY : You've been in the gang for some time and he insists on dancing with you upon Seans return ❤

WARNINGS : none

RATING : gender neutral

It's been quite the while since you were scooped up at the lowest point of your life; Your world completely turned around now that you've found yourself this cute little community.

Beer in hand, holding onto the neck of the bottle as you watched Arthur and Mary-Beth happily square dance to once of Dutch's cheesy records, you brought it to your lips to take a sip. Something about parties always managed to make every little problem in the world disappear.

Music, Laughter, and the smells of liquor invaded your senses as you turned to inspect Javier tuning his guitar as Hosea recounted the story of him and Arthur hunting some monstrous bear. Everything was... 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. Really good.

"You've been awfully quiet." Spoke a familiar voice, Your eyes pulling away from Hosea as you glanced over at Dutch. He had his own drink in hand, albeit, far nicer than anyone else's.

"I like listening. And watching. Is that such a bad thing?" You mused, a smile being brought to your face as you rested the bottle on your thigh, toying with it between your fingers.

This elicited a chuckle from him, the small laugh rumbling deep in his throat as he stepped over next to you, his spurs softly jingling.

"𝘛𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, No. But to me? A little. It's a shame to see such beauty go to waste; You could be having a lot more fun flaunting it." He teased, wiggling his brows. His smile seemed to widen, become more genuine as he saw you laugh.

"Jesus." You breathed out, taking a sip of your drink as the conversation fell silent, your free hand tucking into your pocket. The barrel you were sitting on was starting to feel more uncomfortable than usual.

After a pregnant pause, Dutch briefly hummed and tapped your arm.

"Get up." He stated, as if it were fact. You laughed, a bit amused but more-so shocked as you quirked a brow at the older man.

"𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" 

He smiled, shaking his head a little before offering his hand to you, His gold rings shining pleasantly under the night sky.

"Would you like a dance? I suppose I should've lead with that." He said. That warm smile never leaving as you studied his expression – Charm dripping off of him.

It was endearing, in a way. How he just expected you to listen to his every beckon-call. But surely, there was no harm in dancing for a little.

You stood, taking his hand as you set down your drink; as did he as he took your other hand into his.

"Straighten your footing, We are not teenagers.." He cooed, raising his brows expectantly, To which you scoffed and tapped his boot.

You both chuckled, settling into a comfortable position as the record began to play again, the beautiful music clouding your senses. You knew, in your 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 that you would never forget how he looked at you tonight. With love, With pride. He was so proud. Proud of the person you were blossoming into.