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they get you jealous°

Arthur

He wouldn't realise how close he was to the working lady, or the barwoman. He'd just send his warmest smile and softest words her way and you were already pissed. She would sit on his knee, drink a whiskey with him, and laugh at his jokes, while he watched your response. You didn't get your own back, just watched and drank. But when the woman draped herself across his body, you'd jump up and shove her off, grabbing Arthur and making your way out into the night.

"You're an unkind bastard, Arthur Morgan!"

"Y/N... I didn't mean... To implicate I wasn't sweet on you... I wasn't thinking."

"Let's just get back to camp, you ugly lug."

Dutch

Oh, he saw you with the boy at camp. Dancing about like no one's business. And he was out with a vengeance. He grabbed the nearest lady and charmed her knickers off, not before dancing with her, spinning her right around where you were sat, a knowing smile on his face. You sat back in your chair, surveying his ways, and feeling mighty fine, when you stood up and wrenched the bitch away from him.

He happily swapped, taking you in his arms and humming the music tune. "You're a sneaky man, Van Der Linde."

"As for you, Y/N... You're my best." He ignored everyone for the rest of the night, and the boiling sense in your chest faded.

Charles

He didn't mean to ever get you jealous, it's just if he speaks to any lithe woman, stands too near them, you crossed your arms and watched with a poison in your eyes. The working women always took a shine to him, especially in the saloon, because he was big, and handsome.

But you normally hissed them away, and Charles would look at you, just smiling.

"You don't have to do that every time."

"Yes, I do."

"No, because usually I tell them I'm married. And then they back off." He would kiss your cheeks, and you would leave together.

Javier

He would mutter in Spanish to some of the women, after they'd rested their hand on his arm. You would boil silently in the corner. He'd send a smiling dismissal at them, but they'd keep coming, and some, he'd look at a little longer, or talk to softer.

But every time he turned them down, excusing himself from the arms latching onto him, or the hungry sights of working women.

He would approach you slowly, like a wounded animal, seeing the look in your eyes and the tremble of anger around you.

"Mi sol, I'm sorry about that. Seems people can't just get enough of me."

"Shut up and kiss me." He'd sling his arm around your waist and head to a place that wasn't so busy.

Sean

He would always charm the women into a laughing mess, whether it was his thick accent or his strange anecdotes, his conversation always had women spreading their clutch over him, having them put their hands where they shouldn't be, or exposing their bodies to him.

You'd simmer in the corner, but as soon as they made any sort of stupid advance on him, you'd spring up, and grab Sean, claiming his lips, and pulling him away. He'd stumble after you, trying to kiss you, but you'd just push him off.

"They always seem to want to just open their legs for me. I just tell them I've got a woman already, and she's better than all of them. I'm sorry."

"Just take me home."

Lenny

He was so sweet, women of the night found him an easy target to corner and beg on. He would shake his head, muttering some unknown words, and the women would leave.

But one would stay by his side, just talking to him, before throwing herself at him and grabbing his inner leg. He would gently push the woman off, shaking his head and forcibly telling her to leave.

He approached you afterwards, a tired look in his eyes.

"They never leave me alone so I can get back to you."

"Maybe we'll just stay at camp next time."

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