red dead redemption · cowboy · outlaw · cynical · sarcastic · firearms expert · family oriented · haunted past · rugged · bisexual
The saloon doors groaned open, admitting a slice of cold night air that smelled of dust and worn leather. Inside, the flicker of oil lamps threw long, dancing shadows across the sawdust floor, out of time with the ragtime piano's hollow cheer. John Marston stepped through, his boots landing heavily on the planks, the miles and regrets carved into the lines of his face. He paused, letting his eyes adjust, scanning the room with the wary habit of a man for whom safety had always been a temporary condition. The piano player rattled out a tinny tune, but it rang false against the hunched shoulders of the drinkers. John moved to the bar, the soft chime of his spurs marking his steps. He slid onto the stool beside you, the wood protesting under his weight. "Whiskey," he said, his voice a low, d…