Micah Bell X Female Reader
Summary: After a successful job you and Micah decide to go to the saloon together. You refuse to drink too much and remain pretty sober while Micah gets very drunk, showing you a much softer side of himself that you didn't even know existed. You decide to take advantage of his friendly state.
Warnings: soft drunk Micah and silly questions
Word Count: 2000
You and Micah had been on a job and it went flawlessly. So you both decided to celebrate the success by going for a drink in the saloon, and you knew that this meant you would both be there for most of the night. You walked into the saloon and sat at the bar, you both talked while you both nursed a bottle of beer each. Once your bottles were empty, and you both had drank one or two more, Micah bought a bottle of whiskey and got two glasses.
You grabbed the glasses while he grabbed the bottle, both of you walking over to a table near the back of the room. You sat down opposite each other, a glass sitting in front of each of you. Micah smirked as he filled the two glasses and placed the bottle down.
The bottle was nearly empty now, and it was mostly due to Micah. You knew that he was going to get drunk so you decided to stay a little more sober. Better chances of making it back to camp that way.
"Y'know what? I'm real glad that I've got you watching my back out there. Much better than one of those fools doing it" Micah told you, laughing to himself as he took another drink. You just laughed along and nodded. Micah was drunk to say the least, and to your surprise he was a happy drunk. He was smiling and laughing and being all friendly, you were a little worried that Micah had been replaced by some imposter.
"Yeah, I'm glad I've got you out there as well" you laughed to yourself, you liked to see Micah like this. You had liked Micah for a little while now but he never seemed like the type who was in any sort of relationship for the long run, so you never pursued anything. You hummed to yourself as you decided to take advantage of this rare opportunity, you were about to test just how honest and friendly drink Micah really is. "What's your favourite colour?" you asked with a silly grin, figuring that starting with simple questions would be the smartest plan of action.
"Hmm...red" Micah hummed and nodded as he decided on a colour, not even questioning why you asked such a random thing. Normally he would pull a face and tell you to stop asking such childish questions.
"Let me guess, because it's the colour of blood or some shit like that?" you asked with a roll of your eyes, taking a small sip from your glass.
"Nah, I just like it" he shrugged, looking at you and you knew that he was telling the truth. You smiled and nodded at him. That's a good start.
"Have you ever been shot?" you asked, already knowing the answer but hoping to ease him into sharing something about himself.
"Eh, many times" Micah shrugged, sipping from his glass. Obviously not finding the question or the answer to be anything of interest, but still laughing softly to himself in his drunken state.
"What is the dumbest way you have been injured?" you asked, leaning forward on the table with a smile on your face. Hopefully, this would be a good one. Something to be able to hold over his head.
Micah hummed to himself like he was in thought. He suddenly stood up and grabbed his chair. You looked up at him and frowned, wondering what he was doing. He walked around the table and placed his chair beside yours before clumsily sitting down, making you chuckle softly to yourself. "You ain't gonna tell anyone?" he asked, leaning towards you like he was about to tell you a secret, his face suddenly turned serious.
"'Course not" you shook your head, leaning towards him as well with an excited gleam in your eyes and a grin on your face.
"Alright...well-" he began to tell his story but you suddenly interrupt him enthusiastically.
"Wait! Five finger fillet accidents don't count" you told him, smirking slightly. You weren't going to let him off easy by letting him tell you one of the stories behind the small scars on his fingers.
"Alright, alright" Micah laughed, leaning back in his chair with a relaxed look on his face. It was very rare that you got to see Micah looking relaxed and comfortable, it was a nice thing to see. "...fallen off of Baylock a few times...after I've been drinking, of course" he shrugged, glancing off for a moment like he was actually trying to think of an embarrassing story to tell you.
"Damn, I wish I could've seen that" you laughed, replaying the imagine if Micah Bell falling off of his horse over and over again. "Music, thoughts?" You asked with a hum, eyeing him over the rim of your glass as you took sip.
"Uh, like it sometimes, I guess. Javier's playin' ain't that bad" Micah admitted with a small shrug, god you loved his drunken honesty sometimes.
"I knew it! Nobody can resist that man, not even you" you exclaimed with a bright smile, before laughing.
"You got a thing for him or something?" the outlaw asked, his voice suddenly becoming flat and lifeless as he emptied his glass with a tilt of his head.
"Nah, not my type" you shook your head, answering him honestly but not noticing Micah's mood change. "Oh! Any woman in camp, who would you choose?" You asked, your slightly drunken state making you believe you just asked the most ground breaking question ever.
"Oh, that's an easy one. You" Micah answered easily, like he didn't even have to think about it for a moment. He answered the question with a uncharacteristically bright smile and low chuckle, making you wonder whether he was being serious or not. You just stared at him for a moment as he refilled his whiskey glass.
"Ah, shut up. Such a charmer, Bell" you practically snorted as you roughly, but playfully, pushed his shoulder. "Can I cut your hair?" You asked with a smirk, changing the topic as you leaned towards him again. As soon as he looked at you he saw the mischievous look in your eyes.
"Fuck no" Micah scoffed before laughing loudly at the meet suggestion. Of course, you didn't really have any intention on cutting his hair. Maybe a little trim but nothing drastic.
"Fine, fine" you mocked surrender as you laughed along with him. "What are your thoughts on dogs?" You asked, already knowing that he wasn't the biggest fan of Cain back at camp. But you had always wondered whether he meant what he said or if he just liked playing the bad guy.
"Never cared for them, just another mouth to feed. You want a dog?" He shrugged, showing his rather neutral opinion on the animal, before turning to you as he asked the question.
"Sure, why not? I like dogs, wouldn't mind having one" you shrugged. You liked the idea of having a dog if you ever got the chance to settle down.
"Then...we can get a dog!" Micah exclaimed cheerfully, a bright and honest smile on his face. You weren't sure how to take his words 'we can get a dog'...'we'...like the camp? No, the camp already had a dog. Both of you? Together? Was he suggesting that? Did he think about stuff like that with you?!
You brushed his response off, dismissing it as a drunken mistake of words. Nothing to take seriously. You hummed as you tried to think of a good question to ask him, watching him finish another glass of whiskey. "What is the one thing that you love the most?" You asked, having finally decided on a deep question that might give you a more personal answer from the closed off man.
"You" Micah answered without hesitation, a dopey (drunken yet genuinely affectionate) smile on his face. Your eyes widened at the answer, whether he was drunk or not that was a shocking response. You didn't even have time to answer him before he had leaned towards you and crashed his lips into yours, surprising you with a drunken kiss.
You froze but slowly began to kiss him back, your eyes falling shut. The kiss was messy and sloppy, clearly a drunken gesture, and Micah tasted of Whiskey more than anything else. It definitely wasn't the kiss that girls dreamed of sharing with the man they loved, but right now it was perfect. Micah's hand came to cradle the back of your head, his fingers curling in your hair while pulling your face closer to his if it was possible. Micah hesitantly pulled away from you, leaving you speechless and breathless. You just watched him as another dopey smile appeared on his face as he drank some more, this time straight from the bottle.
"Fuck, Micah. You need to stop drinking" you joked, your laugh coming out breathless as you tried to compose yourself.
"Ain't the alcohol, darlin'" Micah assured you, looking at you with that damn smile.
"Sure it ain't" you scoffed, leaning forward to grab your half full glass, needing a drink to calm your nerves. You had liked Micah for a while and you weren't sure how to take his behaviour.
"It ain't" Micah told you again, his tone a little more serious (but still slurred) this time. As he spoke, his hand wrapped around your arm and you gasped as you were pulled from your chair. You tried to compose yourself, failing again, as you found yourself sitting comfortably on Micah's lap. You were facing away from Micah, looking out towards the saloon. You were glad that you had both chosen a secluded table at the back of the room. You tensed and your cheeks heated up when you felt him nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, from behind you.
You couldn't help the smile that appeared on your face when you felt Micah leaving gentle, harmless, kisses against the bare skin of your neck. You genuinely didn't know how to handle this version of Micah, you didn't want it to stop but you couldn't quite wrap you head around this being the same blonde outlaw that carried out crimes by your side, always being the ruthless and heartless one of the pair.
Slowly you got more comfortable with his uncharacteristic behaviour and relaxed into his embrace. His arms were wrapped around your waist, pulling your back firmly but comfortably against his chest. Your hands rested on his own.
"Hm, do you think I'm pretty?" You asked, a small smirk on your lips as you decided to play this to your benefit, figuring that you might as well have fun with it.
Micah hummed in approval against your skin, nodding into the crook of your neck. "Your smile...it, uh, warms my heart" he laughed to himself, a joy filled laugh that surprised you but still made you smile. He pulled his face away from his neck, throwing his head back as he laughed to himself. You chuckled along, finding his laugh somewhat contagious as you looked at him over your shoulder. "Ah, there it is!" Micah smiled again as he looked at you, a happy smile on your face. He playfully poked your cheek, the dimple that your smile created. The silly gesture made you laugh again, and Micah couldn't help but watch you laugh in awe.
Who knew it would take three bottles of beer and nearly a whole bottle of cheap whiskey for Micah to finally tell you how he felt about you.
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