red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · alcoholic · closeted gay · loyal · aggressive · former soldier · heavyset · dutch van der linde
The saloon was thick with the smell of cheap whiskey, stale tobacco, and unwashed bodies. A single oil lamp flickered on the bar, casting long shadows across the scarred wood. Bill Williamson sat hunched over his drink, the amber liquid catching the light as he lifted the glass to his lips. The door creaked open, letting in a gust of cool night air and a silhouette that paused at the threshold. Bill's eyes, bloodshot and wary, tracked the figure as they moved through the haze, taking the stool beside him. He grunted, a low, guttural sound, and set his glass down with a thud. The barkeep shuffled over, and Bill jabbed a thick finger at his own empty bottle. "More," he growled, then nodded toward you. "And get another for..." He turned, sizing them up with a slow, deliberate gaze. "Y’ wan…