Bad Blood // Micah Bell (Red Dead Redemption 2 Story)

8 - Drunken Words

Natasha stayed a few days in camp after she returned with Micah. When they did arrive, odd looks were given as Micah dragged the deer from the back of her horse over to Pearson's wagon as people started to wonder why they were both together. When Arthur had addressed Natasha about it, she told him that it was the worst experience of her life being with him for a few hours and how Micah had basically stalked her for not trusting her.

Knowing they had food for a few days, she decided to help around camp such as washing the clothes, scrubbing the tables, tending the horses, chopping wood etc but she did become bored. A part of her wanted to go out and explore the world some more but now she had to worry about Micah following her closely behind.

He hadn't made much of an effort with her in camp. He was too busy sucking up to Dutch and tormenting Reverend Swanson who became a drunk lunatic, always coming up to Natasha to tell her something but stumbling away, forgetting what he was even going to say.

There was some good news however and that was that Sean was back! She could tell he was back when she woke up from a nap and heard the loud Irish accent booming throughout the camp. The sun was setting and Dutch exclaimed that a party should be held for Sean's safe return so Natasha grabbed herself a bottle of Whiskey and took a seat next to young Lenny at the circular table, watching Sean and his ongoing speech.

When the speech was over, everyone had cheered and Dutch turned on his gramophone to play some beautiful classical music but Javier made sure that most people listened to him playing the guitar. Karen was the first to start singing and soon everyone in that vicinity started to sing also, including Natasha. She was slightly tipsy as she downed bottle after bottle and started to find most things amusing but her laughter was cut short when Sean stumbled over to Karen at the table, flirting with her tremendously before they started fumbling with each others clothes, practically laying on the table as they both started to have a deep and intimate kiss. Lenny, Natasha, Javier and Uncle sat awkwardly and they all started to slowly move away, feeling physically sick at the sight of Sean Maguires tongue inside Karen's throat.

As she walked away, Natasha felt a tap on her shoulder and looked over to see Uncle with a drunk gleam on his face. "May I have this dance m'lady?" He charmed, bowing a little, stumbling to the side slightly as he outstretched his hand.

She laughed softly and tossed her empty bottle onto the floor and curtsied mockingly before taking his hand. "Sure thing Uncle." She smiles as she holds onto his shoulder as he places his hand on her upper back respectfully as they both sway joyfully to the music.

A chorus of whistling and 'wit woos' were cast out towards the pair making them both laugh, Natasha leaning her head back as she laughed, not finding it embarrassing at all. She liked Uncle, he was always nice to her and was always up for a laugh. He was lazy as pig shit but that's why he is everyone's favourite Uncle. He blames his laziness on his 'Lumbago'.

They both stopped dancing after a while, Uncle wanting to pry and try dancing with Miss Grimshaw which she doubted will happen but she didn't mind. Instead, she sat by the main campfire across from Charles who hummed her a 'hello' and Bill who had a bottle in his hand, his speech slightly slurred as he spoke to her.

"Hello Miss Natasha." He smiled over at her drunkenly causing her to laugh lightly and pat his shoulder.

"Have you had a bit too much to drink Williamson?" She asked politely, inspecting the small beads of sweat trickling down his face. For some reason he was still wearing his large leather brown coat so that probably didn't help seeing as the weather was still quite warm despite the sun being down.

"No! I can handle my liquor." He defends, slurring, he was then going to lean over and grab a bottle from the floor but instead he fell off the log, his head hitting the ground with a small thud. Natasha was quick to try help him up but by the sound of his loud snores that escaped his mouth, he was already asleep. She looked at him hopelessly but was amused by him.

She looked up and her eyes met Charles who rolled his eyes at Bill's behaviour and took a swig from his drink, handling his liquor responsibly. "Guys passed out blind again."

She nods in agreement and mingles with the rest of the camp for a while.

Sean had stumbled up to her, slinging his arm around her shoulder to keep him balanced up right as he prodded her chest with his finger slightly. "I really like you y'know Miss Flower?" Sean charmed, a goofy smile on his face. "You always been nice to me."

The woman chuckled slightly at the young man and patted his back and escorted him over to his bedroll, seeing Karen passed out on hers.

"I'm nice to everyone Sean." She explains, happy that at least Sean had noticed her even when he was blind-drunk.

"I know, I know but... who the fuck let that O'Driscoll in?" He bellows, pointing over to Kieran who passed in front of them, almost launching out of her grasp towards Kieran as he quickly stumbled away.

She grabbed his chest, pushing him back and turning his again in the direction oh his bedroll and carefully dropped him to the floor. "Get some sleep Mr Maguire." She whispers as he slowly lays down, his eyes instantly closing.

She noticed most people heading to bed now so she decided to do that also. As she was walking to her tent, she noticed a figure beside a tree overlooking the edge of the cliff they were on so she made her way over, a slightly stumble in her walk.

She easily made her presence known as she tripped on a small root of the tree, flying forward and quickly reaching out and grabbing onto the figure who grabbed her by the arm quickly to stop her tumbling over the edge.

Regaining her balance, she leaned back slightly and laughed to herself even though nearly just tumbling off the edge of a decent sized drop was no laughing matter. Especially when Micah was the one who had to save to much of his distaste.

"Sorry about that." She mutters, taking a hold of her arm and rubbing it slightly from where his tight grip was as he let go aggressively, looking at her with a small grimace.

"You should watch where you're walking. Or Watch how much you drink even." He snapped at her, smoking on a cigarette but she just rolled her eyes at him, already finding him boring.

She leaned against the tree beside him, not standing too close to him due to his hostile behaviour.

"You don't like parties much do ya Mr Bell?" She inquired, a small smirk on her lips as she glanced over at the man, his head hanging down with his hat covering the majority of his face.

"They're shit and pointless."

She laughed slightly, earning a small glare from Micah but she was too tipsy to even notice. "Why are you so bitter all the time? Who pissed in your stew?" She teased, the drink slowly taking over her brain.

Micah snapped his head up at the woman to see her head leaned back against the tree, a wide drunk grin on her face as her eyes scanned over the leaves and branches. He scrunches his face up in anguish at her behaviour and flicked his cigarette away, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Because people piss me off. Just like how you're doing now." He scolded but it just made her laugh, a snort escaping her mouth as her hand flies to her mouth and nose to cover the excessive noise she was making. "Oh please Micah! You can't say I piss you off when you got all annoyed when we headed back to camp together a few days ago. I know for a fact that you wanted to camp out with me!" She teased, prodding his chest with her finger sloppily before running her hands through her hair, gripping onto it a little as she closed her eyes, chuckling again slightly. "I think I'm drunk."

Micah watched her with unamused eyes and let out a deep sigh as he took a hold of her by the back and pushed her in the direction of her tent. "Go sleep it off you idiot." He growled at her but again, she stumbled slightly as she grabbed onto the wooden beam of her tent, gripping onto it for support. "You're a horrible man Micah. Why don't you do something good for once?"

"I did do something good. I carried that deer for you."

She rolled her eyes at his poor answer and she shook her head quickly, her teeth running along her lower lip slightly as she looked over towards Micah who pushed himself away from the tree, looking directly towards her.

"Fuck that, that's a stupid answer. I mean, do something nice for someone like help someone in need or stop calling Javier a greaser or stop terrorising Swanson. If you can even manage to do that." She says lowly, a small glare being sent his way but her face changed as she smiled sickeningly at him before stumbling further into her tent and passing out on her bed.