Courageous Compassion | Illinois x Reader |

New Amigos

We came closer to the saloon doors, arms still crossed. With only a few more steps, we would be behind the doors.

Illinois swung open the doors and waited for me to come in behind. I was immediately drowned in that smell of all sorts of alcohol. I slightly gagged at the smell and pinched my nose for a small bit.

The whole thing wasn't really packed. A few residents at the counter while others were at small booths.

I wasn't sure what to get. Yes, I said I wanted to have a glass of wine on the plane, but I just wanted something to bitch and moan about. Just to annoy Illinois a bit.

Since they didn't assign any seats in the bar, we sat ourselves at a booth. The cushion was soft with leather, the table was a dark oak polished till it was shining in the small lantern hanging above us.

Illinois snuggled into his seat and brought both of his hands behind his head.

[Y/N] Should we both waste any time? We really need to get to that temple.

I looked down at my lap.

[Y/N] So I can get home.

I mumbled the last part because I didn't want Illinois to heat my thoughts out loud.

[Illinois] We'll have a couple drinks then we'll be on our way.
[Y/N] And when we do, we need some way to get to the temple. We can't walk. We don't have any money. What are we going to do?!
[Illinois] This is why I decided to get us some drinks. You stress too much.
[Y/N] I can't believe you are so reckless with time.

Just then, we heard a raging voice from behind us. We both looked to see a man and another man, shorter, face to face.

[???] Relax! It was only a simple mistake!

The shorter man said, raising his hands in surrender. But the taller man didn't show any kindness. Instead, he punched the shorter man, causing the small man to collapse backwards.

[???] Next time, check if it's YOUR drink.

The man gave a huff and walked out of the saloon, his anger following behind.

We both looked back at the fallen man to see two other men, one with a brown pompadour hairstyle and the other with a black side part. The fallen man had a dirty blonde hairstyle, messed up by the punch.

[Black haired dude] You okay, Dane?
[Dane] Sure. Y'all know I went through more.
[Brown haired dude] Let's just get you some water.

They helped him in a small chair at the counter and ordered a small shot of water. Dane sipped small amounts at a time, still rubbing the side of his cheek.

Illinois looked towards me and winked, thankfully, not making that whip sound.

[Illinois] Come, follow my lead.
[Y/N] What?

Illinois got up from the booth and I followed him because he's the only one I know.

I still had my arms crossed and I tensed up as I followed Illinois towards the trio of men.

[Illinois] Gentlemen! What a moment you had.
[Black haired dude] Who are you and what involved you in this?
[Illinois] Huh, where are my manners? Illinois James. And this does not involve much except for me and my lovely assistant here.

He gestured towards my body, while looking at the men. The three looked at me and back at Illinois.

[Illinois] Such a punch you took there. Dane, was it?
[Brown haired dude] What does this concern you?
[Illinois] Nothing. Just wanted to see if you could buy this beautiful/handsome person a drink.