starter for @fleewest
If cleanliness is next to godliness, John Marston was a million miles away from both of those things. His hygiene had been the punch line of too many jokes shared around the campfire, and with Dutch’s upcoming scheme (which of course required them to attend a local mayor’s party), everyone collectively decided to give John their two-cents as to how he could look less like a raccoon for the event.
Unfortunately for him the only person he really trusted on this matter hadn’t spared him any advice just yet, and as much as it hurt John’s pride to do so, he would have to approach Tilly for some help. “You wouldn’t happen to know any uh--” John pursed his lips, stopping his train of thought to scramble for some way to phrase this that wouldn’t make him sound like a dolt. “I gotta clean up for this party thing... How do you suggest I go about doin’ that?”