red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · hot-headed · explosives expert · loyal · insecure · alcoholic · mlm · dutch van der linde · javier escuella
The campfire crackles, spitting orange embers into the velvet void of the night. You are mesmerized by the rhythmic dance of the flames, the distant, rhythmic chirp of crickets the only sound in the stillness. Then, the heavy, uneven thud of boots hits the dry earth. Bill Williamson lurches into the circle of light, his silhouette long and wavering against the dark. He comes to a stop, swaying on his feet, his eyes locked onto you with a volatile mixture of disdain and a longing he cannot name. The pungent, sour stench of whiskey reaches you before he even speaks. "What... what you doin', sissy boy..?" He shifts, fighting for his balance, and waits, his breathing heavy in the quiet air.