#rdr2 hc

[spongeyspot]

can I please have some Arthur Morgan headcanons? here’s some ideas for it

His experience at a target

getting a little treat after a hard day of work

being a passenger princess

basically following his new “caretaker” around while he figures out the modern world.

1890s!Arthur being thrown into the modern world HC

A/N: I'm gonna go with the last two bc I find it so funny. ALSO: I should clarify, that this isn't a relationship hc. The reader (You/yours pronouns) is g/n, and Arthur becomes their roommate

(And they were roommates...)

Arthur Morgan was in the blast zone of Francis Sinclair's time machine and accidentally hitched a ride to the year 2023.

- Gets hit by (your) a car when he wandered into the street

- It took him quite a bit to come to terms that this place was not the one he once knew

- Wants to get home so badly, but it seems he's stuck. He can't find Vincent Sinclair anywhere.

- He seeks out your help and at first, when he explains his predicament, you think he's a crazy homeless guy

- He tries to go off on his own to figure things out but comes back immediately because things have changed so much from the place he once knew.

- He also almost got hit by another car

- You decide you want to show Arthur the finer things in life, first starting with getting vaccinated... God knows how many diseases Arthur would be exposed to, let alone the ones he already has.

- Also a toothbrush because his breath is probably rancid

- He sleeps on your couch for a while

- eventually moves into your spare bedroom and starts having to pay some of the rent

- He'd have to work under the table because his birth certificate says he was born in 1864...

- Probably gets a job with Construction or Bartending

- Also, clean slate? No Bounty! Hell yeah!

- tends to follow you everywhere because he likes how you explain modern life to him

- You got him a cell phone.

- He's never trying to be funny when he asks questions

- "What the hell is a "tik-tok"?"

- "Blue-tooth? Never heard of that, only gold ones... I used to sell em'."

- "And you can just.. talk to this? And it'll bring ya food?? Whenever ya want???"

- holds the phone pinched between two fingers on either side like he's holding a pair of dirty underwear and starts to yell at it that he wants some steak

- Absolutely blown away by pizza

- Astonished when he sees no horses, just giant metal boxes with wheels that seem to move on their own.

- When you explain how it worked and what it was, he called it a "magic stagecoach" for a while

- Passenger princess

- fascinated by modern music. It just comes out of your magic stagecoach with the press of a button?

- Huge Bon Jovi fan. his favorite song is "Wanted Dead or Alive".

- asks "What does this button do?" seconds before he presses it

- holds the "oh shit" handle in your car at all times.

-The first time he was in your car he probably actually screamed

- you got him an electric beard trimmer for Christmas and he acted like you handed him a gold ingot

- quite honestly starts to warm up to the domestic life. having to rob and steal to keep himself alive weighed on him way more than he liked to admit.

- adores movie nights. Movies in the 1900s-2023 are incredibly different than the motion pictures he was used to.

- after he gets used to this new world, he WANTS A MOTORCYCLE SO BAD but opts for a pickup truck instead because it's more convenient

- Insists on cooking dinner on the weekends

- didn't understand your gas stove the first time and he almost blew up your apartment

[t0tallyn0tsc0tt]

I like to think that the bandana/handkerchief (?) Arthur uses in his clothes is just the one he used to use on Copper. He uses it to keep his best buddy close to his heart. (I want to kms.)

Do I have any proof of this whatsoever? No. Not at all but let me have this bro.

[svgarwitch]

Hc that the girls in camp tailor the boy's pants to make their asses look perkier just for fun

Why are cowboys pants so tight in this game? Doesn't that make it hard to move around?

Well a simple search online suggests that clothes were tailored to their user. And since we see many women partaking in sewing in the camp we can guess that either his clothes were tailored at the shop or altered and mended by women in the camp.

I can already tell you, that clothes and even everyday things were of higher quality back than, compared to current day items.

There was no plastic like nowadays that crowds our oceans and everywhere on the planet. Clothes were often made of wool, linen and or cotton. Linen made of flax however could be processed and woven locally, allowing for more use.

I do admit tho, I like a nice pair of fancy pants on my Arthur.

[slaughter-kin]

he has stayed constantly on my mind since 2018

[mssleep]

THE GAY MONTH IS ALMOST OVER SO I FORGOT TO POST THIS ON HERE 🎀🎀

Also I wanna become moots with people who also fixate on stuff and draw countless fanart for the fandom as well as go into deep analysis of these characters 🥺

[girlvasectomy]

this had to be done.

[messrmoonyy]

-What they’re like as your bf/gf (Hcs) 18+

Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Sadie Adler, Molly O’Shea

Request- Hi if it’s okay could I ask for some hcs of some of the gang and what they’re like dating with you? NSFW ones toooo🙈🙊 could you include Arthur, John, Dutch, Sadie, Javier and maybe any of the other girls Mary-Beth or Molly or Karen? Thank you 🙏🏻

A/N- I didn’t include Javier cause I like barely speak with him in camp or anything idk I don’t vibe with Javier tbh. And I saw my chance to word vomit my Molly brain rot and ran with it so she’s the girl I picked. Hope this is okay! Enjoy :)

Masterlist - requests are open :)

Arthur Morgan

- We’ve all seen how he was with Mary. He’d be besotted with you

- His journal would be filled with sketches of you, entries talking about how much he adores you, little notes about how you looked that day or musings about his plans for your future together.

- Definitely doodles a little heart with your initials too <3

- He’s touch starved. So he loves physical contact. A hand to your knee, your back, arm around your shoulders or your waist. He likes keeping you close.

- Brings you stuff from his little travels. Picks flowers for you, finds little trinkets for you.

- Keeps a picture of you by his bed.

- Forehead kisses!!!!!

- Kisses your hand. And kisses to your wrist. He loves when you reach up to cup his face and he can turn to press his lips against your wrist.

- He’s so much more than a tough, burly cowboy. He’s quiet, caring, considerate. And he adores you

NSFW

- takes his time. Likes to work at you until not a single tense muscle is left in your body. Worships you.

- Loves any positions where he can see your face, needs to be close enough to constantly kiss you and tell you how good you are for him

- “ there’s my girl, doin so good for me darlin “ “ jus’ like that darlin, let me take good care of ya “

- Not incredibly vocal, but the noises he does make he ensures are right by your ear.

- Refuses to finish before you ever.

- Loves to finish inside tho. He knows it’s risky, but he loves the closeness. And if he’s feeling particularly risky he’ll definitely push his come back into you with his fingers “ don’t waste it now “

- Grips The headboard.

John Marston

- he’s stupid. He really is. He’ll be head over heels for you, with you clearly reciprocating those feelings and he’d still think you didn’t like him like that.

- Like. You could kiss him and he’d still be like ‘ what are we? ‘

- When he does finally put two and two together he’ll have no shame or cautions in showing you off.

- He’s handsy. Likes coming up behind you when you’re washing dishes for Pearson to rub at your shoulders.

- Or pull you down to sit on his lap before you can even think about taking the empty spot on the log next to him by the fire.

- Overprotective. One tiny snide comment from anyone and he’s ready to start swinging.

- Definitely knows how to push your buttons and wind you up, and will do it just for fun and to get a rise outta you.

- And then spend the rest of day grovelling and apologising.

NSFW

- Loves going down on you. Like. Loves it. The man could spend hours there if you’d let him and Lord has he tried.

- Not very serious most of the time.

- Pretty vocal. And doesn’t really care if anyone’s listening either.

- Like i said, he’s handsy. His hands are restless and will grab at whatever part of you they can.

- Loves when you ride him and has absolutely made a cowgirl joke more than once.

- Will grab at your hips and guide your movements as you do. Told you he’s handsy.

- But also isn’t opposed to you on your back, legs over his shoulders. Presses kisses to your ankles and makes jokes about how good the view is.

Dutch Van Der Linde

- he’s not the most attentive of people at times. He’s constantly in his head and constantly thinking about things that aren’t you.

- But when he does allow himself time alone with you he is disgustingly charming.

- He always knows what to say, always knows the right words to have you melting into a puddle at his feet. You could be in the worst mood with him but a few whispers in your ear and it’s all forgotten.

- Has a million terms of endearment for you. My angel, my dear , my darling. He rarely ever uses your actual name, only when he’s mad.

- Loves to give you gifts, the more expensive the better. And he likes you to show them off too. He likes to show you off.

- Reads to you a lot.

- PDA is afraid of him. He doesn’t care where he is or who’s watching him, he’ll loop an arm around your waist to kiss your neck, pull you onto his lap when he’s reading beside his tent and kiss you. No shame.

NSFW

- will take his time with you but in a far different way to, say, Arthur

- He’ll edge you and overstimulate you for hours, because be gets off on the fact that you simply let him. That you obey his every command.

- Degrading and humiliating 🤝🏻 Dutch Van Der Linde

- He’s never too mean. And his degrading comments are more often than not laced with something sweet.

- Dacryphilic. 100000%. He loves watching you cry because he’s worked you into such an overstimulated mess.

- He’ll swipe your tears away or kiss them from your cheeks “ well isn’t that just a pretty sight? “ “ those tears for me, my angel? “

- Definitely has some kind of authority kink. Likes you calling him sir for sure.

- Loves you giving him head. Just loves you on your knees. It’s a power thing. And he’s a cocky son of a bitch.

- Sat back in his chair and won’t lift a damn finger to help you out, won’t even unbuckle his belt. And don’t tell me he doesn’t smoke whilst he watches you.

Sadie Adler

- She is absolutely not shy about her feelings when she finally accepts she has them.

- Shes just so sweet to you.

- Around camp she’s stuck to you like glue. Her arm is permanently around your waist or your shoulders, or her hand laced with yours and is ready to snap at any intrusive questions from anyone else about it at the drop of a hat

- Love language is gift giving. Just taken in a bounty but found a shiny lil necklace in his pocket? Well. It’s hers now. Or should I say, yours.

- If your hairs long enough she’ll braid it like hers, any excuse to be able to sit close to you and whisper sweet things in your ear.

- Would teach you how to shoot better, she wants to make sure you know how to defend yourself. but also wants the excuse to stand behind you and show you how to hold her rifle properly.

- Big spoon.

NSFW

- Sadie’s gained control over literally everything else in life, and it doesn’t change in the bedroom

- She trusts you whole heartedly but she’s not about to give up any sort of control to you for a While

- Makes sure she can see your face at all times, loves watching your face contort and relax in pleasure that she’s giving you

- Full of praise “ ain’t you just the prettiest thing? “ “ oh look at you! D’ya know how pretty you look from here? “ “ always such a good girl for me “

- Has a thing for putting her fingers in your mouth. Especially after she’s just fucked you with them.

- Having you on your knees eating her out drives her crazy. Will pull at your hair a little too hard but will soothe the sting with a thousand words of praise about how good you make her feel.

- And now hear me out. Loves to watch you. Will book you a hotel room together just so she can sit across the room and watch you touch yourself for her, encouraging you the entire time

- It’s never long before she absolutely has to have her hands on you though in the end.

Molly O’Shea

- sheeeee has some trust issues. And abandonment issues. She’s just… she’s a lot at times.

- But she is fiercely loyal and will love you with every fibre of her being

- And she wants to be loved as fiercely in return. She’ll spiral without constant reassurance “ d’you even love me anymore? “ “did I do somethin wrong? Haven’t told me you love me today “

- She knows deep down you do love her. She’s just afraid.

- She is such a romantic. She loves holding your hand, sitting close to you, doing your makeup like hers and stealing kisses in between painting your lips red

- She’ll write you sappy romantic poetry and leave you lil notes

- You’ll often overhear her gushing to other people about how in love she is too. She just loves to talk about you and how deeply she adores you.

- Likes when you give her forehead kisses.

NSFW

- Pillow princess. End of story.

- She’s not completely submissive though. She’ll tell you what she wants and what she likes

- She just wants to be taken care of okay. She needs to be taken care of.

- Makes the softest, sweetest sounds and will tell you she loves you a million times over.

- Enjoys when things just… naturally happen. Cuddling with you at night, but pushing her hips lightly back against you. Which usually ends with your hand slipping past her waistband and making her come on your fingers.

- Likes to be on top of you sometimes, simply so she can show off whilst she strips. Not to really do anything. Shes really not that much of a giver. She likes being watched. She likes to know she’s desired. And usually it ends up with you dragging her to sit on your face.

- You have to shower her with praise. She wants to know she looks beautiful, that she’s doing well, worship her. Which is incredibly easy for you cause like fucking look at her she’s gorgeous.

- Wraps herself around you when you cuddle after, legs intertwined and arms around you, head buried in your chest or neck. Pls my sweet baby needs to be held.

[starlight-and-whiskey]

Arthur Having a Baby Headcannon

~ He'd pace outside the tent, listening to the screams within as he smoked cigarette after cigarette. He'd angrily bite back at anyone who tried to comfort him. ~ When he was told he could finally see you, his face would be pale, eyes wide as he swallowed hard and tried to still the tremors in his fingers. He'd sniff hard and take a long measured breath before entering, removing his hat and smoothing over his hair. ~ When he saw you and your child nestled against your breast, he'd pause in the entrance, his breath halting as his eyes glanced over you, his jaw hanging slack as a mountain of emotion surged through him. ~ When you ask if he wants to hold her/him, he'd stumble, his breath stuttering so much that he could only manage a nod. He'd hover close to your bedside as you handed the babe to him. ~ He'd feel awkward and unsure, but when he held the baby and placed a finger in it's hand, it would grip his finger tightly and his breath would rush from him in one harsh breath as tears misted his eyes. He'd look at you with glistening eyes and parted lips as words failed him completely. ~ Eventually he would perch on the edge of the cot, his hand looping around the back of your neck as sobs threatened to break free from his throat. He would whisper 'thank you' against your lips, sniffling back tears as he pulled back to flash you the most genuine smile you'd ever seen from him.

[pk-dann]

C'MON, KEEP ON DANCING MORGAN

[gremlin-boah]

plz draw sean with his da🙏

I have no idea what he looks like 😭

But, Here's my take :')))

...

I always wanted to draw sean with his da <3

[evelynmiller]

Modern era Arthur Morgan would have a YouTube channel where he makes instructional videos on how to do practical survival things like safely chopping wood, building a fire with minimal resources, identifying edible plants in the wilderness and he'd be confused as to why his videos end up with 1000+ comments from thirsty gay men

[d-a-n-n-y-y]

Rdr2 fics hurry up because im starving…💔💔🥀🥀

[slaughter-kin]

my husband

[2demondogs]

Javier/Reader Headcanons

A/N: For Kinktober: boot worship. So kind of NSFW? There's a singular Outright Freaky Headcanon here. Neutral reader.

Like any devout man, Javier has some... control issues. The only people he would readily let be above him, in any sense, are God and Dutch -- and you, after a while, though he takes a lot of gratification in not being in a power struggle for once.

Anything you do for him, he appreciates. Javier takes pride in his appearance, because he's got internalized issues with looking "broke and dirty". He takes even greater pride in offering his best looks for your side, but can't pin down why it means so much that you enjoy mending his clothes or shining his boots when work is slow. He would sooner shoot anyone else than let them touch his things, let alone take a needle and thread to his favorite vest. Maybe it's the vulnerability of letting someone else handle his prized possessions that makes it feel so intimate.

One of his favorite things to do while fooling around is limit you to rutting on his thigh or at his boots. There's plenty of red-hot desperation to be enjoyed in the act, but there's something potent and demeaning in being relegated to just some dirty old boots for pleasure (even if he keeps them moderately clean).

The same can be said of shining them. He will never have normal feelings about it if you shine his boots while he's wearing them. You already look at him like he's royalty, something so divine that it feels blasphemous. Treating him like it, too? He'll melt.

Javier shows his love in similar worship. There's a quiet kind of adoration in keeping these little things running well: he will sharpen your knives, clean your guns, offer you the first cooked piece of meat when you're out camping. Hell, he once spent an hour trying to piece together the bent chain of a bracelet that had gotten broken with his bare fingertips, all for you. They were bleeding by the end, even with his guitar callouses protecting the skin.

[kiana12113]

Hiii! Are you able to do some Kieran Duffy HC's?? Any kind is fine with me whatever you're comfortable with!! Love your writing btw 🤭

꒰ KIERAN DUFFY HEADCANNONS ꒱

It is my pleasure!!! I love this man. I wish he had more interactions. Thank you, too! I’m currently giddy over your compliment,, i probably won’t think about anything else for a few days XD i hope you’ll enjoy this. ♡´ ³`)ﾉ

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Death

Word count: 1.8k

Kieran Duffy who thinks you were joking with him when you offered him a drink during Sean’s return party. The man’s always been on his guard, and rarely anyone came to talk to him for his mere company — always only endlessly spewing insults at him. So his eyes widen, and the saddle held in his hands are gripped ever so slightly. Kieran’s voice is thick and laced with uncertainty and insecurity, finding it difficult to meet your eyes. The question hangs in the air, like a thick smoke. He does want to have a drink with you, he does want to talk with you, he really does. But it’s hard at first.

Kieran Duffy who wishes to be seen truly a part of the gang, rather than being seen as dead weight. Despite yearning this, he finds himself with conflicted emotions. While Kieran is away with the gang’s horses, he mumbles to them like true friends who understand his predicament. He can’t help but partially avoid everyone else, but it doesn’t matter, since he’s convinced himself no one would come looking for him anyway.

Kieran Duffy who is not weak. He’s a strong man who manages to show his loyalty, who manages to find meaning in life even though his thoughts were eating him inside out, like his guts were being twisted and dug through a blade every night. He’s gone through so much — and yet he’s standing. Yes, he’s scared — but he won’t run away. He wishes redemption, he wishes to prove himself at least once in this life. He’s worthy.

Kieran Duffy who talks to you first in the morning. “Good morning,” He says with a slight crack in his voice — hoping you didn’t notice. It’s like a little achievement for him, and after you return the greeting, your voice echoes in his mind like a broken record.

Kieran Duffy who, despite being the horse head, gets nervous around your horse. His hands are gentle, soft, afraid he’d do something he didn’t mean to it.

Kieran Duffy who is suddenly aware of every thing that you do with him. The eye contact, the brushing of finger tips when you pass him a bowl of soup, the simple phrases of gratitude and bid farewells. He always thought your voice was softer than anyone else’s, like it was sweet as sugar. And this time, it’s become a little louder than the others, like his ears have filtered it specifically.

Kieran Duffy who stutters when pronouncing your name, so he opts to call you “miss” and “ma’am” instead. He practices saying your name by himself, nervously chuckling after some success. When he does try it, faced with you, he’s met with utter failure, again. He’d like to say it, however, his tongue seems to just tangle every time the first syllable even comes close to leaving his lips. He’ll have to practice some more.

Kieran Duffy who stands there, still and unmoving, when you call him “sir”. He figures it must be a response to the excuse that he’s been calling you, and he can’t help but get embarassed.

Kieran Duffy who laughs nervously when you’re around, trying his best to make the conversation interesting. When the topic switches to horses, the man’s eyes light up and you can’t help but appreciate the rare moment of his genuine smile as he gets to express himself. “Oh, I-I ain’t talking too much, am I?”

Kieran Duffy who is shaky and gentle. His eyes are big and fixed on you, while his lower lip quivers ever so slightly. He tries to be careful around you, always worried he’d mess something up.

Kieran Duffy who is admittedly pathetic, always finding any excuse to be with you. “So,” “The… The weather’s nice, huh?” It’s raining heavily.

Kieran Duffy who’s a sucker and a complete mush of nothingness when you come to fix his hat, collar, scarf, you name it. It’s an intimate gesture for him that makes him suddenly feel so warm. You’re in front of him and so focused, and he feels like all your attention is pouring down on him, and him alone.

Kieran Duffy who’s got a little crush, and is beating himself up for it. He feels stupid, acting like a lovesick fool. But he can’t help it. He gets confused, too, the way you’re acting doesn’t seem to be only mere friendliness.

Kieran Duffy who finally feels wanted, and finally feels like someone’s cared for him and his wellbeing. He first feels this when you notice his snuffy nose and weak movements. “Sir, you’re sick.” You say with mellowness. “Ah— I ain’t, miss. I’m jus’ a little tired, sure,” He protests, but the next moment he’s burning up with a fever. You feel it on the back of your hand, pressing against his forehead. “Come on. Let’s get you some medicine.” He wonders if he should be sick more often.

Kieran Duffy who feels like he’s been standing his whole life, and he finally sat down the moment he’s met you.

Kieran Duffy who blurts out something stupid, his nerves getting to him. “Yer real sweet to me, ya know. I—I never been treated so good.” Then he sheepishly looks away, scratching his nape in awkwardness. “…Oh, you’ve really done it this time, Kieran Duffy.” He says to himself, barely above a whisper. “I— sorry, I didn’t…” He stumbles, struggling to form coherent sentences to save what’s left of his dignity. “You don’t have to be sorry for anything, Kieran. You’re sweeter.” You didn’t have to tug his heart like that.

Kieran Duffy who sees a white daisy and thinks of you. He approaches your relaxed figure, twirling it between his thumbs and index. It’s small, stupid, but he decides to give it you anyway. “Here, uh. Put it there.” He gently sways the strands of hair in your face, tucking it behind your ears alongside the daisy. “Beautiful…” He whispers.

Kieran Duffy who’s patient. Who waits. But misses you when you’re away. He finds himself distracted, a little more clumsy, a little more lonely. “Get yer head out of the clouds, Kieran,” Arthur says when he passes by. “Of—Of course, sir…” And he chuckles. “[Reader]’s gonna come back in a bit.”

Kieran Duffy who talks to Branwen about you, how much you’ve got him wrapped around your pretty finger. He brushes the mane of his horse, all the while mumbling about how you asked him if he’s eaten already today. “Ain’t that jus’… real kind of her, right, boy?”

Kieran Duffy who isn’t sure what you two are. You were still an enigma to him, a mystery — despite spending so much time with you, he’s unsure about what you treat him as. Kieran is observant, but apparently not with you. He wants you to mean what you say, when you call him sweet. He wants you to mean what you do, when you rest your head on his shoulder. He wants you to mean it. To love him as much as he loves you. But you two weren’t really anything, no. It confuses the mind, hurts the heart.

Kieran Duffy who’s thoughts are proved wrong when you lightly cup his jaw with your soft fingers. He’s become frozen, feeling a coldness come up his back. It’s quick, like a peck, your kiss. It’s warm, too, your lips. Kieran stays incredibly still, sighing softly on your mouth with surprise. “Wait, no… Do it again, [Reader].” He asked benignly, saying your name with tenderness.

Kieran Duffy who’s in a relationship. And he has no clue what he’s doing. But he tries his best, and that’s what matters. It’s something he thinks about in the night, when he’s restless. He can’t believe it, truly. You deserve better. And when he says this, you answer without a thought, “I only want you.” it’s a great feeling.

Kieran Duffy who holds your hand first. It’s hesitant, slow, when he opens his hand and his palm sits closely next to you. He’s quiet, but he wishes you’ll notice the gesture. And when you take his hand and intertwine it with his, he feels like the luckiest man to live.

Kieran Duffy who’s beard has become your fingers’ favorite place to caress. He melts away, feeling on cloud nine, his heartbeat quickening every second. You stare at him with that look in your eyes, twinkling and full of admiration. “[Reader].” “Yes?” “Nuthin’.”

Kieran Duffy who doesn’t know how charmed you are with him. He thinks he’s a wreck and a total failure, but you could only wish he’d see himself as you saw him. The way he would shyly avert his gaze after calling you “sweetheart”, the way he would fiddle with the hem of his shirt when he gives you a compliment.

Kieran Duffy who says “I love you” during vulnerable, quiet moments with you. It doesn’t swing off his tongue casually, as it feels like a pure and strong statement for him. Although every time he’d say it, it would always be filled with pure intentions and love.

Kieran Duffy who smiles stupidly and shyly after being kissed. He’d become weak in the knees. But the man is eager, and he leans in to kiss you again softly.

Kieran Duffy who needs your constant reassurance, despite not being very vocal about his needs.

Kieran Duffy who’s caught daydreaming about settling down, living with you, running away. He sits near the campfire, all alone, and he thinks, and thinks, and thinks. If only it were that easy, he would have gone and married you a long time ago. He’d imagine a wedding, not quite lavish, even if nobody was there but you. Your hands filled with flowers, a bouquet, wearing something in white. Oh, how he wished his life was of a normal man.

Kieran Duffy who doesn’t even get to propose to you. Kieran Duffy who dies with a ring in his pocket. It’s hidden, kept away like a small treasure, tucked soundly, waiting to be placed in your finger. He dies all alone, and thinking about how it could’ve ended differently. How he’d be leaving you.

Kieran Duffy who will find you in every universe, kiss your knuckles, and be the same man every time.

Kieran Duffy who loves you so much, more than you will ever know.

[salmsilly]

charles HATES sean so bad. sean brings out a certain anger in charles that is incomprehensible it drives him mad further. because of this (knowing sean drinks so much, he forgets everything the next day), charles has managed to convince a drunk sean to go streaking with farm pigs in the mud.

sean obliges, passes out, and wakes up the next day confused to where he is, hungover as hell, with an angry farmer yelling at him to leave his property.