Red Dead Redemption one shots

A simple cabin robbery

The mission was very simple. Go to the cabin, rob anything of worth and retrieve a rifle, hence why Dutch had only asked John and Arthur to go. The older man suspected it was also to get them to make up, but he convinced himself that Dutch wasn't this childish.

When the men arrived at the cabin, it was almost too easy; there was no one around, no O'Driscoll on guard and no noise at all.
"Do you think they waitin' on us?" John asked, observing the cabin through his binoculars.

"Don't know. Could be." Arthur was finding this robbery to be suspiciously simple, and he didn't want to act like a fool and run head straight into some O'Driscoll's trap.
"We need to be careful John. You'll sneak in first and if there's nothing, you give me a sign"

John's eyebrows shot up "Hang on, why do I have to go first?" did Arthur think he was too dumb to notice?

Arthur sighed. He didn't want John to be suspicious of him but he also didn't want to go first. "Because" he started, clearing his voice to find some excuse "this is your mission, and since it is yours, you get to go first."

John looked at him even more weirdly "What are you talking about?! Dutch gave us that mission! I ain't have a thing to do about this crap!"

Arthur shushed him and continued, unable to keep the annoyance out of his tone "Exactly what I've been saying Golden boy. Now get in that cabin or I might as well set a damn camp."
John obeyed, mumbling curses as he made his way towards the cabin. The older man could almost see him roll his eyes as he entered.
He observed very closely, a hand on his pistol. John looked right, left, up, down, in every direction there was, got up, laughed and waved at Arthur.

"Goddamn fool..." Arthur grumbled. He walked into the cabin and started collecting bits and bobs he could find.
They didn't talk, both men too occupied with calculating how much they were snatching. This past week, they had been fighting about everything and anything, which resulted in their relationship to be worse than ever.

Suddenly, they heard a strangled sound, coming from the room besides them.
Instantly, both men hid by the fireplace, and Arthur pushed the door in order to peek at what was going on and who was in here.

There were two men, naked as babies, but one was on top of the other. Arthur studied their positions and the almost silent sounds they were making. He had unconsciously placed his hand on John's chest in their panic, preventing him from moving. The latter, getting impatient, started to move in Arthur's space to see the room too, as the older man was beginning to realise what the hell they were actually doing.

John managed to peek, even with Arthur trying to push him back to the fireplace, and understood instantly. His eyes widened as the embarrassment got to him. He gave in to Arthur's attempts and pushed his back against the bricks of the fireplace.
Arthur's face had reddened. John eyed him, expecting a movement indicating they either leave or shoot the men. But the seconds and soon minutes passed with no order.

"Arthur." John whispered, "What should we do?" he waited, and frustrated that he was being ignored, gave a light punch to Arthur's shoulder, but strong enough to remind him John was annoyed.

"Huh, what?" Arthur was startled, emerging from his thoughts.

"What are we supposed to do now?" John was starting to get impatient with his partner in arms "We shoot them or what?" he noticed him diving back in his thoughts

After a few seconds had passed, Arthur spoke up again, this time more invested "If we leave now, they'll never know we were here. I don't think we should shoot them, it would bring of attention and we don't need that. We'll leave." Arthur smiled, and continued, "But you go first." chuckling lightly.