Fate Led us here Chapter four.
Warnings: Extreme fluff, romance, and just a whole lotta drunk Charles
“You did not!” exclaimed Mary-Beth. The girls, Tilly, Karen, Mary-Beth and Abigail as well as myself, were sitting around the campfire. As usual, Karen had some kind of liquor in her hand, taking sips every so often. I had finished telling them about what had occurred between Micah and I , how Charles saved my ass. Karen let out a shriek of drunken laughter. “ Bout time that shit-stache got what he deserved!” everyone giggled at her tone of voice, Karen was quite the character even drunk. Most of the men were away, in the Rhodes Saloon most likely. Hosea was inspecting the bonds we had stolen from the Cornwall feller. Molly went wherever Dutch did and Miss Grimshaw, She was busy as usual. Abigail gave me an approving look. “ He really is awful, Ain’t he...Said he could be a father to Jack...I told that rat that Jack had a father already.” I made a gagging noise and we erupted into laughter again. I threw another log on the fire and looked over at Karen with a sly look. “ So I heard you and Sean had a little fun in the tents .....” Karen took another gulp of her drink, before wagging a finger at me. “Yea so what? You ain’t so prim and proper yourself dearie.” “Karen-” “No . no, you ain’t, Arthur told me about You and Charles......” She hiccuped. “ You and Charles? Are you together?” Asked Mary-Beth, her interest sparked. She was a hopeless romantic. Shaking my head, I answered her “No we’re not, nothing happened. “ Karen giggled “ only cuz Arthur was there.” I gave Karen a dirty look which just caused her to let out another bray of laughter. “ I think you two would be good for each other,” Abigail added over the laughter of Karen. I pinched the sides of the bridge of my nose and gave a long groan. “ Can we not discuss this?” “Oh come on, I wanna know what you-” Tilly was cut off my howls of laughter and shouting. The men had arrived back. “ They sound almost as drunk as Karen,” remarked Tilly and Karen gave her the finger.
The shouting and laughter got closer and the figures of the men appeared from the woods, stumbling all over the place. I could not help but laugh at the sight of it. Javier had his arm around Arthur and was singing loudly in Spanish, giggling every so often. Dutch and Molly seemed to stop and makeout every few seconds. Lenny was on the back of John who was spinning around wildly. “Aye Ladies, Karen.” Sean’s drunken Irish voice called out, We all turned to see him stumbling towards us, His arm around Charles who was laughing and falling into him every so often. Abigail rose from her seat, “ They’ve probably gone and woken Jack with all that damned racket.” With that said, she hurried off to where Jack slept. “Karen, I loves ya real good, I loves you so much.” Sean confessed, unlatching his arm from around Charles and heading towards her. “You don’t love me none.” Was her response. Tilly and Mary-Beth seemed to have gone back to their bedrolls, likely to avoid the onslaught of drunken fools. I rose from my seat, deciding that it was my cue to leave. I returned to the small canvas tent that I had bought back in town the other day. I adored the gals but I needed my space. I had a small cot, partly broken but it still worked well enough for me. pictures of my dead parents rested on a small wooden stool. I removed my boots, setting them beside the stool. I lit a lantern and read my book for a bit, The sounds of the men laughing and singing filled the air. After a while, My eyes began to get heavy and I marked my page before closing the book.
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A large crash roused me from my slumber. I bolted awake, sitting up. The lantern near my bed was still burning, the light dimmer, however. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw that my stool with the picture of my parents had been knocked over. A groaning sound came from nearby. raising the lantern, The light flickered revealing the form of Charles, on the ground nearby the knocked over a stool. “Charles?” I whispered, getting up from my bed. Charles groaned, squinting at dim light. “whys you in my tent?” He asked his deep voice slurring. “Charles..this is my tent...” I responded to him and was met with an inaudible sound from Charles. Sighing, I placed the lantern down and went over to Charles, helping him up. The crunch of glass sounded as I heaved him up, The frame of the picture had been crushed along with the glass that the picture resided behind. a knot twisted itself into my stomach as my eyes fixated on the broken picture. Charles, seeming to notice this started to slur out apologies and went to pick up the picture. He jerked back suddenly and I saw what had happened. Crimson blood flowed from a small cut made by the glass. “ Just leave it Charles, Let’s get you to your bedroll.” I slung his arm around my shoulder, the other around his waist and heaved him towards his bedroll, stumbling sometimes under the weight of him. Finally, we managed to reach his bedroll and I helped him down onto it. He just sort of flopped down, his head on his pillow. “There you go...get some rest,” I told him, getting from my knees, standing up. As I rose, a hand caught my wrist, I glanced down at Charles who was looking up at me. “ Thank you...” his voice soft and slurring. With a smile, I spoke, “ Get some rest.” His grip lingered on my wrist for a moment or two before he finally released it, flopping back onto his bedroll. I cast a glance back at him before hurrying back to my tent.
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