Hang Em' High [RDR2 X FEM!Reader]

A Ring Dang Doo, Now What Is That?

You arrived back in camp with Hosea, you felt ecstatic and light, like you could touch the bright moon that was hovering carelessly behind a singular thin cloud, peeking out the top of it like it was watching down on you and the world. Guitar music, singing and distant chatter could be heard as you jumped off Hosea's horse and made your way to where everyone was.
"We having a party, Dutch?" You asked as you strode past his tent
"Just a small one y/n." He replied with a chuckle, probably reminiscing over what happened to you after the last party, he put his cigar to his lips as you walked away. You gazed around at the camp, there were people sat at tables, some were relaxing by the fire and there was one man with a strong Irish accent standing on a crate, giving a speech. He was jokingly insulting everyone before his eyes fell on you, he then stopped and fell off the crate, but managed to save himself, he then walked towards you, stumbling over his own feet.
"Hiya, now you must be the new girl I've been told about!" He slurred excitedly
"I am yes. You must be Micah?" You question
"Oh god no, I'm not that greasy turd!" He yelled back
"Oh well I am sorry." You laughed back. You spied past his shoulder, noticing Arthur standing up from the fire and walking towards you
"Sean leave the poor woman alone." Arthur spoke from behind him
"I was only introducing myself! Well I'll see you guys later I'm going to get myself another very small, large drink." And he stumbled away.
"He seems jolly." You smiled at Arthur, turning to face him properly
"Sure he does."
"Hey, you wanna hear something cool?" You asked him excitedly
"Sure," he replied, trying to work out what you were about to tell him
"I just stole this off a man in the Saloon." You stated while pulling out the wallet and gold watch. Arthurs eyes illuminated
"You did this?" He asked with a smile forming on his face
"Yep! All by myself," you replied eagerly
"Woah, that's amazing y/n. Well done! I think this calls for a drink!" He replied flicking through the money notes and handing it all back to you.
"I agree!" You yelled back and the two of you speed walked over to the beer crates
"Cheers!" You both yelled while clinking your glasses together, tapping the bottom of it on the table and taking a big swig in time with each other, you both wandered over to the table where there were people singing

Her father come in, and angrily said
''Now you have lost your maiden head!''
''Pack your bags, and coat tags too''
''Make your living off a ring dang doo''

You didn't know the words, but Arthur encouraged you to try, you hummed along at the beginning, but soon enough you picked up the words

The ring dang doo, now what is that?
It's soft and round, like a pussycat
Got a hole in the middle, and it's split in two
And that's what ya call the ring dang doo

The harmony of voices broke into laughter when your gaze turned to Dutch and Molly O'Shea, who were dancing with each other, Arthur noticed you staring at them
"Fancy a dance?" He asked, holding out his arm
"Go on then!" You replied with a laugh, gripping his arm and smiling the two of you strutted to the dance floor, aka the front of Dutch's tent. The two of you spun slowly, before he pushed you out, twirled you around and brought you back close into his chest again. You felt like you were floating. Since you got taken by the O'Driscolls you constantly felt on edge, but here, in Arthurs arms, you were safe. Not only that, but you were happy, enjoying yourself and comfortable. His signature scent of gunpowder, smoke and burning logs infiltrated into your lungs, it was comforting. You were about to speak, but before you knew what was happening he had already thrown you into his other arm, flaring you, but you lost balance nearly causing you to crash to the ground, but he caught you, causing the two of you to burst into a fit of laughter. After a few moments he grabbed your waist and pulled you to your bed, he tucked you in. Laying in bed you looked up at him, he was sat on the side of your thick blankets, you looked him in the eyes and began to speak
"Arthur?"
"Y/n?" He held your eye contact
"What is a ring dang doo?" You questioned, he thought for a moment
"Well.... It's soft and round like a pussy cat!" He answered. The two of you stared at each other before bursting into laughter once again. This always happened when the two of you were together, you made each other laugh so hard you both nearly urinated in your pants. Two sarcastic lost souls. A recipe for disaster if one was ever written.