Arthur Morgan, a crucial gunslinger of the Van der Linde Gang, joins in on the usual coach robbery, when suddenly, unexpected guests drop by. All before was going according to plan, until hell broke loose and the upper-class Lady (Y/N) stepped int...
(Y/n) was now wearing her (f/c) gown. It was long enough to drag across the floor if it were not for her elegant (f/c) heels, allowing the hem of the dress to hover above the ground. As for her hair, it was neatly tucked away into a braided bun with a flower placed to compliment the look. Finally, across her collar bone laid a (f/c), simple, (yet very catching to the eye) necklace. The image she held would definitely pass as a higher-class woman attending The Angelo Bronte's Party like any other wealthy citizen.
Ready to leave, (Y/n) sauntered over to her fellow invites. "Hello, gentlemen," she greeted. (Y/n) looked to them all and smiled. The men hushed their chattering to face her. They all had known (Y/n) to appear better than the average woman, but she looked absolutely stunning. It was as if her features had been emphasized or enhanced due to the sudden clean up. The same could be applied to them, the men, as well. They all had worn their best black suits and ties. Although, Dutch went the extra mile as to add a top hat to his outfit.
"Well, I have to say," said Hosea, "you look beautiful, Miss Johnson!" he walked over to her side and led her closer to the group. "wouldn't you agree, Arthur?"
Arthur, being the nervous wreck, he was when around a 'pretty lady', stuttered out a response. "Oh, uhh, yes." He gave his best crooked smile towards (Y/n) who was eating up the reaction. "You look...great!" said Arthur.
Hosea teased further. "Heh, Arthur, you don't sound too confident! She's your 'date' for the night, so I hope you sound more convincing at the party." He playfully hit Arthur's shoulder; Hosea's words causing his face to change to a tinted pink.
Bill never trusted (Y/n), nor did he care for her. She was, in his opinion, a pretty lady- but never had he been inclined to grow any closer to her. She was just some other woman. But, he admitted, at the sight of her looking her best, Bill actually considered being polite and kind to (Y/n) for a change. "Ha! Arthur, if you can't handle being a married man for the night, I'll be sure to fill in the role!"
Arthur snapped back to his senses. "Wha- oh, hush up, will you?" he gruffed while looping his arm around (Y/n)'s. In no way was he going to allow Bill, or any man for that matter, try and take this opportunity to spend hours at a party with the woman of his dreams away from him.
"Hey, it was just a suggestion. Don't need to get all upset about it."
Dutch had enough of the commotion. "Alright, alright. Everyone's here, now let's head over to Rhodes and take a carriage over to Bronte's mansion." Everyone silently shifted their eyes in agreement and made their way to their horses with Arthur lingering behind. "Don't get distracted. This is a mission, not just some party away from the camp. I'm counting on you, got that son?" he placed his hand upon Arthur's shoulder, stopping him from going on until his answer was given.
"...I understand."
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They were on their way over to Bronte's Mansion. It was a bit cramped in the carriage ride, so Arthur made sure he was the only one next to (Y/n); giving her a window seat and leaving himself 'sandwiched' between her and Bill.
