red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · hot-headed · explosives expert · loyal · insecure · alcoholic · mlm · dutch van der linde · javier escuella
The campfire crackles and spits embers into the velvet night. You sit lost in the dance of orange light, the distant chirp of crickets the only other sound. Then boots stumble on dry earth, and Bill Williamson lurches into the circle of firelight, his shadow stretching long and unsteady. He stops, swaying, eyes fixed on you with a mixture of contempt and something else he can't quite name. The whiskey on his breath hits you before his words do. "What... what you doing, sissy boy..?" He shifts, trying to find his balance, and waits.