Sweetest Sin (Dutch Van Der Linde Fanfic)

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6 months later. . . April 1899

Dutch stopped in his steps noticing a familiar woman

"Is that....?" He said under his breath then opened the double saloon doors, and he parted his lips a bit recognizing her immediately

"Holy shit it is..." he mumbled to himself

The squeaking of the bar door made Tifa speak up begrudgingly, she was hitting over time and more customers equaled more trouble if they were difficult. The owner of this bar, was her uncle and having heard of her fathers death some years ago he had no problems letting Tifa become the night shift bartender for a few dollars

"I'm sorry, we are closing up for the night" Tifa said her voice sounding soft with weariness, her back was to the customer but little did she know it was someone she knew

Dutch had a half grin across his lips as he leaned against the door with his arms crossed

"Aw, surely you can spare me a few moments of your time?" He questioned with a hint of mischief in his deep voice

Tifa stiffened her movements with a soft gasp as her eyes met the one man she wanted to see for so long.

Dutch Van Der Linde

So he was alive...

"....Van Der Linde" she breathed in a soft whisper

"Good to see you again"

Tiffany felt her face warm up from embarrassment as Dutch gave her a warm smile and walked over to the counter, his every footstep made her shy

"Uh..You too...you too" she stammered in a soft relieved tone, with him being a wanted outlaw, Tifa didn't think she would see him ever again...though she felt relief inside that she had been wrong...maybe her seeing him again was fate at work, strangely enough the hardships she dealt with these past 6 months seemed to not weigh on her as much upon seeing this man

She got out of her thoughts immediately, when she heard his deep voice

"...I see those children who were with you aren't here?" He pointed out Tifa nodded as she placed a glass on the counter in front of her for him

"Oh, their asleep" she replied as she shook the little bottle a bit and poured the red liquid into the glass

"Ah, I see" he said as he took the glass and rose it to his lips "Thank you"

"...No problem...." Tifa said giving him a small smile and put her fingers together, fidgeting them slightly "...ah, I..." she cleared her throat and spoke "I wasn't expecting you to be in this dead town"

Dutch took a seat, as well as taking in the flowered scent of Tifa's perfume

"Nor You" he said "...what are you doing here?"

"Well..." she sighed as she refilled his glass with the red liquid

"Blackwater became so enforced like to suffocating levels, thanks to whatever happened on the ferry" Dutch's eyes shifted to her briefly as she continued "All these officials came in demanding and interrogated me if I knew anything or anyone fitting the description of the Van Der Linde gang....some suits going by uh..the Pinkerton detective agency"

His brown eyes immediately looked her way as he lowered his glass

"Is that so?"

"Yes..." she said looking down "I denied, and didn't say anything, of course...but, they were harsh about describing you and basically threatened to lynch me if I was withholding any shred of information, you seem to be mighty popular and not in a pleasant manner aren't you, Mr Van Der Linde?"