My overall feelings about this may be a little messed up, being kidnapped and all. No family to see, no one to comfort me other then Kieran. Poor boy, being pushed around by the other men.
"Useless O'driscoll." Mr. Williamson pushes him to the ground, Keiran doesn't even fight back. He only falls to the ground with a small grunt.
I walk behind them and watch as he talks his shit then turns to me trying to walk away. "Move." He tries pushing me but I don't move.
"I can't wait to shoot you both." He try's making an insult now, how strange. "And I want to shoot every single one of you, but you don't see me taking action now do you?" I lean in with a smirk, showing him I'm unruffled. "Touch him and I'll show you what a real fight looks like." I almost hiss out then pat his shoulder, moving past him to help Keiran up.
"How can you act more of the man then me?" Keiran jokes, making me laugh a bit. I look around at the camp, no one out of the ordinary. Only the constant harassment of 'O'driscoll'.
"I swear next time I hear that god damned last name I'll punch 'em." I mutter, Keiran looking worried. "Please Y/N, it's not that bad..." Just as we start calming down hooves are heard coming closer, we look to the sound. Two horses, Mr. Morgan coming in with Me. Escualla. A orange haired man on the back.
"I'm home!" He says, people already crowding. The small crowd goes quiet, then we feel eyes on us. The people go back into camp hurrying for something, then the man comes walking up to us.
"O'Driscolls?-" I whack him in the nose. He grunts falling to the ground, then chuckles. "Strong for a lady." "Sexist." I mutter, the man gets up. His accent sounding Irish...
"I'm gonna like you lad, I'm Sean MacGuire! Nice to meet you, you may be an O'driscoll but..." He leans in a bit, his breath smelling. "yer' offly pretty." He leans back then looks to Keiran.
"Don't try anything O'driscolls." He chuckles then walks away, "Stange man," "A man slut really" I add on Keirans sentence. I earn a small flick on my arm, then I laugh.
People go around the fire, smelling of fresh whiskey. "Ms. L/N! D-Don't drink to much!" Keiran already knows my intentions. "I can't keep a promise like that." I hurry over to the box and take two out, one in each hand. I open one then chug it down, then the next. The bitter but almost sweet tastes addicting.
Keiran following and making sure I don't do anything stupid, a few rounds of two drinks at a time the feeling of being drunk not satisfying enough... Sean comes walking around, sees me with a bottle and comes to me.
"I bet $20 O'driscoll! That I can drink more rounds then you!" People look to us then listen in. "Your on." We walk to the table nearby, Keiran grabbing the box then placing it on the ground beside us. Some gather round waiting for who to chicken out first, or puke first.
He grabs the first bottle, popping it open and downing it. Then slams it on the table, I grab one and do the same. This goes on for a bit. I know he can't take at least 2 more, I'm still only a bit dizzy. That's a lie, I'm in the middle of wasted and drunk...
He burps then places his chin on the table. "I'm not gonna give up..!" "Totally." I chug the rest of my bottle, my turn now over. I grab another bottle for him and slam it in front of him. "Drink it." He sighs, I see his stuttered movements. He leans side ways and puked, I won.
"Bwahaha!- Blgh!" I get stopped by my own time, I run through some people and to the cliff. I get on my knees and lean over the fall, puking down. I feel like I'm slipping until hands are on my ankles. After a while of puking I look to see Keiran holding my ankles, making sure I don't fall.
"Thanks." I sit up properly then look to the scenery. "I should go get my money," I mutter and get up. "Let's go, Sean owes me some money." Keiran laughs then follows me to Sean.
He lays on a bedroll, his pocket visible with his wallet in it. He lays by the fire with Mr. Escuella and someone else. I walk up to Sean and nudge him with my foot, "Ey, bets a bet." He groans grabbing his wallet and throwing it at me. Then rolls on his stomach away from me.
I catch the wallet and pick out the 20 then put it beside him, I sit at the fire. Hearing flirting, a darker woman giggling as Javier says oh so cringy things to her. "Sorry Mr. Escualla, but I must go to bed now. I've got work to do tomorrow." As she gets up Mr. Escualla grabs her hands kissing them.
"Have a good night." She walks away, then he sits back down seeing us. I'm almost bursting out laughing while Keiran avoids eye contact with him.
"What!" He yells at us. I finally start laughing letting Keiran chuckle a bit. "'Have a good sleep'~" I mimic trying to get on his nerves. "Shut up." He picks the guitar up beside him and slowly strums it, a lovely sounding tune. A very familiar one.
"Quand il me prend dans ses bras," Keiran hears my light singing and smiles. Me. Escualla not hearing me and keeps going. "Il me parle tout bas~ Je vois la vie en rose..." I think for a moment, how would he know this song? "Hey," he stops strumming and looks to me annoyed. "How do you know this song?"
"...I heard this song from a musical..." I hear the lie in it. He keeps strumming, the song making me think more and more about my past.
"Hey! Y/N!" I look up, my sisters face still blurred. "Come get me!" She starts running, through the trees...
I get up and wave to Keiran, showing I'm leaving now. Then walk to the trees. Going through, "weird." I mumble as I get a bit deeper, hearing giggles, I whip my head around.
"Y/N? Y/N?~ Y/N!" Echos and echos of her voice go round and round, I keep looking left and right. In front of me and behind. No one, but her voice is everywhere. "Y/N!" "Y/N." "Y/N?" Again and again, driving me mad, making me look insane.
I hold my ears, the sound not being muffled at all. "Shut up..." It gets louder, her voice. "Shut up...!" Just as quick as it came, it ended. I groan. A headache coming along, I back up to a tree and slide down. Sitting on the cold grass.
"Shit..."
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Dancing in the Night - Javier Escuella X Reader
FanfictionY/N L/N, a French Ballerina, also a formal dancer/entertainment for Colm O'driscoll. Knows from something such as Ballet, all the way to shooting a gun. Good at both, letting her be mistaken as Colm's 'woman' by the Van Der Linde Gang. A feisty one...