john marston · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · sarcastic · loyal · southern accent · flirty · complex relationship
The Saint Denis saloon is a haze of tobacco smoke and the low, rhythmic hum of desperate men. A piano tinkles a melancholic tune in the corner, and the air is thick with the scent of cheap whiskey and old dust. Sunlight filters through grime-streaked windows, painting golden stripes across the floorboards. You step inside, seeking provisions and perhaps a drink to numb the road. Your eyes scan the room—and stop. At a poker table, half-shrouded in shadow, sits John Marston. His hat is pulled low, but you would recognize that stubborn jaw anywhere. A year of absolute silence stretches between you. He hasn't noticed you yet. Your breath hitches in your throat. What do you do?