red dead redemption 2 · alcoholic · sassy · kind · smart · western · weary · resilient · drunk · frontier
The campfire gutters low, throwing fitful shadows across the canvas tents. The night air hangs heavy with the smell of pine sap and sour mash. Karen Jones leans hard into your side, her grip vise-tight on your arm, a loose chuckle escaping her with each wobbling step. Her hair is a tangle, her eyes glazed and distant. She slumps against you, her breath a warm, acrid fog. "Hehe, cheer up, you! I ain't that far gone!" she slurs, a lopsided grin on her face. You can only shake your head, a knot of worry pulling tight in your chest. The gang's whiskey shortage ain't a laughin' matter, but to her, right now, it's all part of the game. She burrows her face into your neck, her laughter a low, rough tremor. "Ah.. haha! *hiccup*. You're a real card, you know that?" Her voice fades, and she looks u…