Van Der Linde Savior (Red Dead Redemption 2)

Wishful Thinking

"It was over one hundred years ago, Celina!" Corey laughed, "There's no reason to be mourning their deaths. I think you need to pack up the disks and send them off to good-will or something."

"Or," Celina held up her finger, signaling an idea although her friend couldn't see her through the phone, "Or I can forget about the first RDR and play Red Dead Redemption two again."

She could practically hear her best friend, Corey roll his eyes, "You got through the second game in a week, it's a massive game, that's not ok."

It was her turn to roll her eyes as she chewed absentmindedly on her fingernail, "I was on vacation, what else was I supposed to do?"

There was a moment of silence, "Go out with friends and enjoy your life?"

"Eh," Celina huffed, "I do that enough, plus, I had to see how Dutch used to be and I just love Arthur."

"They're dead, Celi,"

"Shut up." Her bottom lip stuck out in a childish pout. "I'm not talking to you anymore." A smile made it's way onto her face, she was twenty-three years old, it's not like she was truly prepared to be that petty.

There was a chuckle from the other end of the line, "You just think that Dutch is sexy."

"Well, yea," she rolled her eyes, "And Arthur."

Corey laughed, "Dutch is pretty much in sane."

She shrugged, staring at the tv and moving to grab RDR2, "He wasn't always like that."

"I know...." There was silence on Corey's end for a moment, "Are you gonna get your cute butt over here? Or are you going to gush over them and forget to come to the birthday party I have scheduled for you innn...." His voice trailed off, "Thirty minutes."

Celina laughed, "I'll be there in five." Without saying goodbye she hung up the phone, giving up on playing the latest game for the time being. She stood up from her chair and leaned back, cracking her back before heading to the restroom.

She used to have a crush on Corey, that was, until he came out as gay, then any point in having the crush of course was forced to disappear. Other than him, all of the guys she wished she could have had been dead and gone for about one hundred years. It sucked, living in 2018, but, it was what it was. Still, there was nothing like a handsome cowboy or classy man.

She was already dressed for her twenty-third birthday party and really, having a party didn't matter to her. It really seemed like it was more for her friends. Not that she would ever tell them that.

Celina studied herself in the mirror for a moment, running her fingers through her long black hair which hung down just past her boobs. Her make-up was minimal but perfect, perfectly accenting her blue eyes. She applied some lip gloss hastily and then she was out the door and making her way down the hall of her apartment.

After a short walk down the hall to Corey's place, Celina pushed open the door dramatically, "I'm here, bitches!" Only, no one was there, the blue-eyed girl rolled her eyes for what felt like the twentieth time that day and made her way further into the room, "You guys, you're seriously hiding from me? This is so immature, not like it's a surprise party, punks." Her brows furrowed when no one came out of their hiding places, "Guys?"

"This is a robbery, don't do anything stupid and we won't do anything unkind." The lights were flicked off then, leaving the room in darkness. She could hear footsteps approaching her, spurs rattling with each step. "Ok," she laughed, "Which one of you are pretending to be Bill Williamson? Because you got the wrong character."

"Damn it, Sean," The lights flicked on to reveal Sean, her best friend Courtney's boyfriend dressed in western attire, standing right beside her. "I told you that she wasn't into Bill."