It was in front of us - Micah Bell

Drunken gestures

Coming back to camp, you and Micah decided to call it a night and you'd start your new duel wield training tomorrow.
You were sat at a table drinking a beer and reading the newspaper when Micah came over, bowl of stew and beer in his hands.

"Mind if I sit?" He politely asked.
"Course I don't." You laughed.
He sat himself down next to you and tucked into his stew.

"Hey! Look at this!" You exclaimed in a loud whisper as you pointed to a section in the paper and scooted your chair around so you were right up next to Micah.
"What is it?"
"The Valentine shoot out. It's all over the papers" you said as you ran your finger along the section you were reading.

You and Micah remained close together as you both read the paper. You were practically leaning on him. Micah continued to eat his supper whilst you took the occasional sip from your beer.

Looking over your shoulder, you saw Sean and Molly returning from town with smiles plastered on their faces. They seemed to be getting on well, finally. Looking over at Dutch who was lingering outside of his tent, an aura of anger seemed to be lingering around him as he watched the interaction between Sean and Molly.

"Hey, take a look at this" you whispered to Micah.
He looked up and saw the angry expression Dutch had.
"Whoa, he's mad alright."
"Not mad, jealous" you corrected him.
Micah looked at you confused, then looked over to where Dutch was looking.
"Ahhh." Micah hummed in realisation.
"Seems he does care about her." You said with a happy sigh as you rested your chin on your hands.
"I guess." Micah agreed.

Dutch's gaze drifted over to you and Micah. You smiled and nodded at him.
As Molly drifted over to Dutch she greeted him with a warm smile as she caressed his arm and walked into the tent.
Dutch followed her, closing the drapes.

"Either she's about to get some, or get a mouthful." You said to Micah with a sigh.
"Heh, probably both." Micah joked as he finished his Stew and grabbed his beer and clinked it with yours before you both took a swig.

A little time passed and the sun was setting. You and Micah were still sat at the table and he was explaining to you the rules of a poker. You'd never understood poker. Any games you won, was complete luck.

You imagined Micah would be the type of person to get mad when you didn't understand something but he actually found it amusing but continued to explain.

"I just don't get it." You huffed.
"Come on, it ain't that hard." Micah encouraged.
"Easy for you to say!" You said as you folded your arms and pouted.
Micah looked at your puffed out cheeks and smiled at your little strop. He brought a hand to your cheek and poked it, causing your pout to break and a smile appear on your face.
"There we go." Micah complimented.

"Maybe a little competition will help." Micah suggested.
He looked around briefly before seeing Miss Grimshaw walk by.
"Miss Grimshaw!" Micah called to her.
She had an irritated expression on her face but complied.

"Yes Mr. Bell?" She replied as she came to the table.
"Fancy a game of poker with me and the lady?" Micah asked her gesturing to you.

Miss Grimshaw tilted her head in thought before smiling.
"Sure, why not." She agreed before she sat down at the table.
Pearson, Uncle and Arthur also joined, making the table so crowded you were now sharing a seat with Micah. You could practically feel the heat radiating from him. You blushed slightly from the closeness but you attempted to ignore it.

You weren't actually playing poker. You'd decided to just watch and try to help Micah, though you were completely useless. You'd attempted to lean to the side and spy on Arthur's cards but he caught you and laughed it off.
"Goddamn cheat." Arthur mumbled to you with a chuckle.
"Just trying to help." You replied.