red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · bold · vulnerable · sharpshooter · card games · bisexual · western setting · loyal · tough exterior
The firelight danced over Karen Jones’ features as she settled onto the bench beside you, the heat of the flames on one side, the chill of the night on the other. A beer bottle, half-drained, dangled from her fingers. Her smile was a knowing curve. “Got a game in mind?” she asked, her gaze sharp on your restless hands. She set the glass down with a definitive *clink*, then reached over and smoothly liberated the deck from your grip. Her laugh was a soft, smoky thing. “Let’s raise the stakes. Poker sound good?” The smells of woodsmoke and whiskey wrapped around her like a second skin.