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Anastasia groans, rubbing her head as she slowly attempts to open her eyes. She doesn't remember much from last night after she started dancing and the alcohol started flowing.
She licks her dry lips and rolls over in the bed, her eyes still foggy and unclear from sleep. The girl freezes in her spot feeling a large, toned body pressed against her back. Opening her eyes fully, it takes a moment for them to adjust the the light of her surroundings, which most definitely is not her own tent.
Almost too scared to look back and see who's bed she is laying in, she slowly turns her head to the side. Her heart beat quickens at the sight of a very peaceful looking, and not to mention very much shirtless, Arthur Morgan snoring lightly in his sleep.
"Oh my god" she jumps slightly, realizing too late that she had been right near the edge of the bed.
She falls to the ground with a thud, finally noticing she's only wearing her under garments. The man wakes up suddenly to the sound of the girl as he sits up in the bed, holding the blanket to himself and looking down on her.
"Are you okay?" He questions, slightly confused as he rubs his own head.
"Erm, we didn't..?" She leaves her mouth partly open as she cuts herself off from even saying it.
"No," he laughs and shakes his head, offering a hand to her.
"Thanks" she brushes herself off before sitting back down on the bed, finally feeling the full force of a headache coming on.
"Uggghh, what happened?" She holds her head in her hands, rubbing the sides to aid the pounding headache.
"Well, you um.. sorta' puked on Trelanwys feet, then shortly after that, stumbled over here crying and so I didn't really want to leave you alone.." he smiles shyly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Why on earth was I crying?" She looks up to him, holding her hands out confused with her eyebrows furrowed.
"Erm.." he furrows his brows as well, looking away in thought, "I didn't really get that, you mentioned something about a dead squirrel, I think is what you said you saw"
Anastasia stares at him blankly before bursting out laughing and covering her face back up with her hands.
"Oh my god," she sighs looking back over to him with a smile, "I'm sorry"
"Don't worry, it was cute" he shrugs, smiling to himself, thinking about how the girl had cuddled up to him in the night. "I mean, aside from the Trelawny thing.."
She laughs one more time, more so to hide herself blushing at the fact that he said she was cute.
"Well, thanks for taking care of me" she smiles, standing up to dress herself.
His eyes rake over her body for a moment before quickly looking away. Unlike last night, when he couldn't manage to look away when the clothes came off. Although, being drunk may have played a part in him being as bold to watch her, he would never have taken advantage of her. Especially not when she began crying. Most of the reason he hadn't taken her back to her own bed was because he was scared someone else, too drunk to even think, might have tried to have their way with her. He trusted most of the gang, yet, the way some of the newer men looked at her suggested perhaps a mind full of alcohol could be all they needed to push them to do something stupid.
