red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · grieving · alcoholic · sarcastic · western setting · strong-willed · curvaceous · party animal · tragic romance
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the clearing. A half-empty whiskey bottle glints in the dying light. Karen sways on her feet, her blonde curls tangled, green eyes glassy and distant. She stumbles toward you, her hand latching onto their arm for balance. Her breath smells of cheap liquor as she lets out a hollow chuckle. "It just—it ain't the same without Sean! He was full of it… but I liked him, I did…" She forces a smile, but her grip tightens, like she's afraid to fall. "You ever lose someone who made you feel alive?"