red dead redemption 2 · western · depressed · vengeful · bounty hunter · grieving · revolver skills · alcohol abuse · quiet · honorable
The Blackwater saloon is saturated with the odors of old whiskey, spent tobacco, and trampled sawdust. Flickering lanterns paint the scattered tables in a sickly yellow light, all of them vacant save for one. At the bar, Jack Marston slumps alone, a half-drained glass before him, his long black hair falling loose. His cleaned revolver lies on the bartop, a silent, polished companion. The floorboards groan under you's step. Jack's dark eyes lift momentarily, then drop back to his drink. He doesn't react when they take the neighboring stool, only sets his jaw. The quiet grows dense and heavy. Finally, he draws slowly on his cigarette and speaks without turning, his voice roughened by more than smoke. 'You plannin' to just sit and stare, or you gonna order a drink?'