Legends of The Wild, Wild West (Arthur Morgan x John Marston)

Pretty boy

Things have been quiet for the past week, with no trouble or fighting.
It was a fine morning in their newly set up camp, and Arthur awoke feeling energized and excited.

He got dressed and got out of his tent, scouting around for the man he craves attention from.
"Marston!" He called out as he was walking to him.
"Oh hey, Arth" said John, who was drinking his morning coffee.
"Uhh.. how about we do somethin' fun today?"
John raises an eyebrow in confusion, "like what?"
"Let's go to Valentine and get drunk!" Arthur said excitedly.
"Did you just say get drunk?" Called uncle.
"We'd like to come too!" Said Tilly and the girls.

"Jesus..." Arthur whispered, facepalming.
John chuckled, "well, let's take the wagon then."

Arthur took John, Uncle, Tilly, Karen, and Mary-Beth on the wagon and left for Valentine.
The girls started singing songs and everyone was having a good time, except for Arthur who was visibly not pleased.
"What's wrong?" John whispered to the angry man.
"I just.. I didn't ask for any of this. I just wanted to take you somewhere nice."
John smiled, "it's okay. Let's just try to have a good time, alright?"
"Yeah... god knows we all need it." Said Arthur as he parked the wagon beside the saloon.

"Ladies," said John, as he offered to help the women out of the wagon.
"Well, thank you Mr. Marston. Me and the girls are going in, ya fellas comin'?"
"Sure" said Arthur, still angry.
They all enter the saloon together.

"Can I get a beer?" Arthur calls out to the bartender.
"Pfft.. Not even gonna get a real drink?" Commented a random man by the bar.
"Excuse me?" Arthur walked up to the man, narrowing his eyes at him.
"I said, that's a sissy drink, pretty boy." Replied the man sarcastically.
Without hesitation, Arthur punches the man in the face.
"Who you callin' a pretty boy?!" He yelled at him in anger, making John notice the fight from across the saloon.
John ran up to Arthur who was on top of the other man, beating him mercilessly.
"Arthur let him go!" Said John as he pulled him off of the man who was beyond recognizable from all the blood.
"He called me a pretty boy!"
"Arthur, come on!"
John was finally able to pull him away, "let's go get you washed up"
"Oh, Mr. Morgan... There's a hotel with a bath over there" Karen gestured.
"Alright, Uncle, take the girls back to camp before that fella's buddies show up. We'll come back when we're done" said John, leaving the saloon with Arthur.

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At the hotel, Arthur went to take his bath while John waited for him in a room he rented.
After some time, Arthur walked into the room all cleaned up.

"Whaddaya think?" Arthur posed in front of John jokingly.
"He wasn't lying when he called you a pretty boy" John smirked.
Arthur calmly locked the door behind him,
"I'll show you who's the real pretty boy."