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Nora couldn't sleep. Maybe it was the stress. It probably was, they just had to move camp again, with the law on their tail. It was nice place, by the lake. But she couldn't fall asleep tonight. She sighed, sitting up on her bedroll. She slipped on a skirt, put on her boots and a coat around her shoulders before exiting the tent. The night air was fresh and crisp. She took in a slow breath, nice and calming. The camp was quiet, everyone was already asleep it seemed. But there was one figure still sitting by the fire. Micah, easily recognizable by his big white hat. Didn't she see him at the same spot, drinking with the boys hours ago? Stupid bastard should get some rest. She doesn't know how he manages to function on as little sleep as he gets, if he gets any at all. Nora headed in his direction.
"Mister Bell"
He lifted his eyes up at her and gave her a stupid drunk smirk.
"Ah, Miss Willsson" He slurred. "Beautiful night, ain't it?" He gestured as in showing her the surrounding nature.
"You should get some rest Mister Bell" The woman folded her arms on her chest.
"'am restin" He lifted the half empty bottle of whiskey he was holding. "Join me for a drink Miss Nora" He gestured for her to sit with him.
"No."
"Ahh, your loss then darlin" He took a swig from the bottle.
As amusing as he was to watch, all of it was getting on her nerves. All the worry she's been pushing down must've started leaking out.
"We need everyone well rested and ready for work tomorrow. You know that Mister Bell. You should go to bed and get some sleep for once." She huffed, her arms still crossed.
"Ohh, such conceeern. I'm flattered Miss Nora. Really am." He drawled in that fake sincere tone he does. "But I'll be fine, don'tcha worry about that. I’ll bee fiine." he went back to fiddling with his knife. But when he looked back up she was still there. Looking at him frustrated. The stubborn bastard just gave her a smirk, and she stomped off somewhere. Ain't that cute. He took a sip of whiskey and played with his knife again. But soon she was back. Oh?
"Changed your mind? Missed me already darlin?" He teased, but she walked to him, grabbed his wrist and yanked him to his feet, making sure he dropped the bottle in the process.
"Hm?-" He mumbled but she was already dragging him away from the fire. If his mind wasn't slowed with alcohol he probably would have given some swift remark to that, but he didn't. Then she stopped. He stumbled a little, trying to catch his balance. On the grass in front of them was a bedroll, his bedroll? And a hastily, half put up tent. Micah raised his eyebrows.
“Ohhh, if you wanted me in bed with ya soo baad you should’ve said so sooner darlin’” He grinned, getting so close she could feel the heat of his whiskey tainted breath on her face. He slipped his hands around her, but then- she suddenly pushed him off, hard enough that he lost balance and landed on his ass with an oompf, on that bedroll she must have gotten from Baylock.
“Fiery little thing!” He huffed with a grin and started fumbling with his pants, to undo them. But something was thrown in his face. It was a blanket, and Nora still just stood there, looking nowhere near as excited as he was.
“Get some sleep Micah.” her voice was stern. He stared at her, attempting to not look too confused, while trying to figure out what kind of foreplay this is.
“Aww, come ‘ere sweetheart!”
But she didn’t move, just crossed her arms on her chest. He sighed and started clumsily trying to get up, attempting to not getting tangled up in the blanket. That’s when she quickly went down, shoving him back on the bedroll again. He looked up at her eagerly but all she did was sit next to him, while gripping his wrist and pinning it to the ground.
“Go to sleep Mister Bell.” She huffed, letting go of his wrist and looking away, seemingly irritated.
“Oh come on, what are ya now, my Ma?” He shot her a look but she didn’t answer, didn’t even look at him. Micah sighed, rolled on his side to get closer to the girl, and tried to slowly slip one of his hands around her waist, and another on her thigh, but she slapped them away.
“Sleep.” She grunted.
Micah rolled his eyes and stayed silent for a while.
“I know you like actin’ all bossy, and caaring around ‘ere, but there are better ways to have fun sweetheart, and I can show ya some”
No reply. He tried putting his arms around her again but to no avail, he got pushed off. Letting out a long annoyed sighed, he lied down on his back, putting his arms under his head. If he tried getting up and leaving, she surely would push him down again. Weird little bitch. What even is this? Bet she gets off on it, that must be it. He’ll just lie here for a little, until she gets bored of whatever game this is to her. He looked up at the tree tops and the glistening starry sky above.
She shot a glance towards him. His eyelids seemed to be getting heavier. He looked so tired. She gave it a couple more minutes and heard his breathing finally slow. She got up and sighed, looking at the sleeping man. Why did she do all of this? Surely he won’t let this go and she’ll get endlessly teased for it tomorrow. If he remembers it well enough that is. But he probably will. But the man needs this, she can see these big dark eye bags of his. That bastard never gets enough rest. And God knows they don’t need him to be hungover AND sleep deprived tomorrow, he’s annoying as is already. They need everyone in their best shape, they need money. Yes, she did it all for the gang. So they can all work hard and effectively, getting the money they need to get out of here. Or at least that’s what she told herself while slowly walking back towards her tent.