Van Der Linde Savior (Red Dead Redemption 2)

Party Never Hurt Nobody

Due to Dutch's actions, Celina found herself staying away from camp as much as possible the next couple days. It was rediculous, she thought for him to treat her as he had and frankly, she didn't want to waste any time looking at him let alone talking to him. From the time she did spend in camp, she saw that Dutch was still just as happy to chat with Micah as ever. It was truly perplexing how she was ever going to get through his thick scull but like she had previously concluded, it seemed to her that she would have to remove Micah from the picture for any success.

She had a plan in mind that she hoped would be able to be successfully executed sooner than later. She just needed more people on her side. So far she knew she had Arthur, that was a no-brainer..
Sadie, it seemed John would help, and Hosea likely would as well. She needed more though because if that group invited Micah out of camp, it would scream a trap. Micah would have to well and truly be an idiot to willingly go off with them thinking that they didn't intend him harm. Despite how much she didn't like it, she had to admit that Micah didn't seem like that much of a fool.

She needed some people who the rat would be more likely to trust... Bill or Javier would be a good choice to get on the team.... a real good choice. They were so loyal to Dutch though so she doubted that they would even really be a true option.

She watched the camp activities from the tree stump she sat on, eyeing Dutch where he stood talking to Hosea about God knows what. If they could just get more people on board with their plan then they could lure Micah out and ambush him. They could pass it off as the doing of the law or bounty hunters. Really though, they could have him strung up in a barn somewhere, begging for his life. She smiled a bit at the thought of that, make the pig squeal.

She watched carefully when none other than Molly O'Shea made her way up to Dutch and Hosea and began running her greatly annoying mouth. Dutch nodded at whatever she had said with a small smile making Celina's blood boil with hatred. What was Molly doing talking to Dutch and why on God's green earth was he smiling at her?

Celina stood up from the stump, ready to interveine if Molly so much as made one single move on the leader. It was true that she couldn't stand Dutch too much at the moment but that didn't mean that made him any less taken by her. He was fully taken, fully Celina's as she herself and Dutch had agreed to define their relationship in such a manner almost two months ago.

She began to walk in their direction calmly, pretending as if her motive was not to eaves drop but rather to go into the house for one reason or another. As she passed them though, Dutch stopped her, "Have you decided whether or not you're going to attend the ball with us, Miss Knoll?"

Celina thought for a moment and glanced over to Molly who seemed to have tensed of the thought of her attending. It took nearly all she had to refrain from reaching out and attempting to slap the red-head across the face for the challenging look she was fixing her with. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that the other woman was hoping she wouldn't go as well. It was clear that she wished her to be absent, probably to try to score with Dutch once more based on the way she had been openly eyeing him for the last few days.

Celina bit the inside of her jaw, she still didn't much feel like being around Dutch at the moment but she figured that she would have to get over being mad at him eventually and the ball may be a good place to start. If anything, she could keep Molly away from him. So, she took the only option that seemed plausable to her and nodded, "I'll come along."

Dutch smiled at her then, seeming truly happy that she had given in, "Alright, let's round up Arthur and Bill and let's get out of here."

Celina laughed, "You're telling me that Bill Williamson is going to a ball?"