Celina rode out on her horse behind Arthur and Lenny, listening as Lenny went on about how he and Micah were supposed to be scouting ahead for the gang but Micah kept getting side-tracked. "We were in a bar, drinking, and then-"

Arthur cut him off, "And then he shot someone."

Lenny nodded, "Sure did, you know how he is. I couldn't even tell you how, it happened like the strike of a match."

Celina rolled her eyes but kept her thoughts to herself. Something would have to be done about Micah, and soon. She couldn't sit by and let him turn the gang into the killers they were sure to become under his influence. He couldn't be allowed to get his hooks in Dutch.

Lenny continued, "The law was on us fast too, they were ready to string me up there and then, but I got away. Just barely."

Arthur shook his head in disbelief, "You're alright now. I'll take care of him."

"So you're gonna go get him? I'll come with you."

Celina, if she was being honest with herself, was having one heck of a time keeping her mouth closed about the rat. She knew that Arthur would let it weigh on his conscious how many people he'd kill in Strawberry to get the fool out. It wasn't right- or fair. She couldn't try to get Arthur to disobey Dutch though, not this early. She would need to work on Dutch's impression of Micah for a possible good bit first.

Arthur shut down Lenny's idea of coming with him, "No, leave it to me, for now let's drink something, forget about Micah."

Celina broke the silence that it seemed was going to fall over them, "So are we going to warn Lenny about what went down last time we were here?"

Lenny looked over his shoulder at her as she caught up with the two of them, "What happened last time? Don't tell me none of you all can be trusted in a bar."

Arthur laughed at the boy's concern, "Everything will be alright, last time we were here, a fight broke out." He scoffed, "Of course it was Bill who started it but we kept it clean. No one was killed."

Celina felt rather proud of herself too, "I even knocked a couple people out, not bad for my first bar brawl."

Arthur shot her a look of surprise, "That was your first fight?"

Celina nodded, feeling even more confident, "Yep.. in 1899 anyway."

That made the three of them laugh, Arthur looking over at the young woman again, "With how well you've been doing shooting, I'd say won't be long before you can come robbing some folk with us."

Celina laughed, "I don't think I'd enjoy that so much, Arthur. But thank you for the invite."

...

Celina laughed as she climbed up the steps to the bar and pushed past the saloon doors, "Thanks for letting me come along guys, this will be fun."

Arthur draped his arm over her shoulders and his other over Lenny's shoulders, "It sure will be."

The trio made their way up to the bar, leaning against it as they waited to be attended to. Lenny looked to Arthur for reassurance, "Just a couple, right?"

Arthur nodded, "Just a couple, no big drama." He turned his attention over to the bartender when looked at, "Can we get a few beers please?"

The bartender looked worried, recognizing Arthur and possibly even Celina's faces, "I don't want no trouble."

Arthur shook his head, "You won't get none from me. I was defending myself." He tossed some extra money to the bar tender, "Have one for yourself."

The man looked grateful, "Thank you."

Celina did her best to suppress a giggle, knowing just what kind of crazy was going to go on... or did she? Anyway, she was sure the night would be a good one, one where she didn't have to think about Dutch.

"You know, when me and Micah were out, it really seemed like quite a lot of people knew him. There was a lot of crazy stuff."

Celina rolled her eyes as a disgusting man came up to them and butted into their conversation rudely, "A lot of crazy, crazy, crazy stuff."

Arthur grimaced, "Will you shut up?"

The man seemed to think it funny as he mocked him, "Will you shut up?"

Celina bit down on her lip, Arthur was doing the best he could to keep his temper under wraps, "Be quiet, buddy."

The man laughed, "Oh, they're Dullards! My Lord... you men is dull."

Lenny clearly sensed the tension from Arthur as well, dread filled his voice, "Please, leave us alone"

Nothing seemed to get through his thick, ugly skull, "Leave him alone? Everyone's left me alone for the last ten years."

Just a Arthur seemed like he was about to snap, he stood up and turned to the guy, Celina backing out of the way just incase a punch would follow, "Listen, buddy... you're a charming fellow... one of the best. But me and these two here, are trying to talk business... so could you, possibly leave us alone? No offense intended."

The drunkard spread his arms wide before walking away, "Ain't no pleasing some folk."

Celina let out a sigh of relief before taking another swig of her beer, "Thank God he's gone. For now anyway."

Lenny and Arthur looked over at her with expressions that clearly indicated they were just as relieved as she was. Together, the three of them raised their bottles and clanked them together in cheers. Then, the night began.

*Several beers later*

Celina laid back on the steps with Arthur and Lenny, for once since being sent back in time, not caring in the least about what tomorrow would hold, "You know, Arthur, if I recall correctly, you did say for us to have only a couple beer."

Arthur laughed and looked over at Lenny, his speech becoming a bit slurred, "Ya hear that Lenny? We should really s-stop."

"Oh, Arthur. Ain't no one gonna be worryin bout us just yet. Dutch wanted us to have fun."

Arthur took another swig of his beer, "Copy that."

At the mention of Dutch, Celina struggled to her feet and headed back in the direction of the counter. Arthur called after her, "Where you going, Celina?"

Celina waved him off, struggling to walk straight, "If we're going to mention Dutch, I'm gonna need more beer." Had she meant to indicate something was going on between herself and Dutch? Of course not but in her drunken stupor, why not reveal things she would regret as soon as she were sober?

"Ok," It seemed to go over Lenny's head for the time-being at the least, "Get us another."

Celina, finally reaching the bar, leaned against it heavily, "Three more beer please."

The man looked leery to fulfill her request but nodded, handing her three more bottles in exchange for money. When she turned back around with the beverages, she saw that neither Arthur nor Lenny were where she last left them. She looked around in confusion, her vision beginning to blur, "Arthur? Lenny? Where are you?"

She staggered over to a stranger, "Have you seen my friends?"

The man shook his head, "No miss, but a young lady like you has no business being drunk alone like you are."

Celina waved him off, "I've gotta find my friends." She laid her hand on another random stranger, "Ma'am, could you tell me where my friends went?"

The lady scoffed, "Don't ask me."

She staggered away from the woman, looking up at the balcony and seeing Arthur and Lenny up there, a glass falling from Lenny's head and crashing to the ground, shattering everywhere. There was a moment of shock before the three of them burst out laughing, disregarding anyone around them.

Celina pushed her way up the stairs past anyone coming down them, "Have to get to my friends, sc'use me."

Finally, to the dismay of everyone she had shoved out of the way to get to Arthur and Lenny, she arrived to them, "Arthur!" She stared up at him in adoration, "There you are you stupid, handsome man." She looked over to Lenny, her tone excited as she handed both of them a beer, "Lenny! It's good to see you alive."

Arthur and Lenny didn't say anything, neither of them being much smarter than the woman in their current state. The three of them once again raised their beer and clinked them together.

Celina took another swig, almost tipping over as she leaned back only to be caught by Arthur at the last second, sending them both falling to the floor clumsily, beer spilling all over the place making Lenny laugh hysterically. Arthur and Celina joining until they had realized what had happened to their beverage of the night.

The woman stared at her empty bottle in disdain, her voice whiny, "My beer."

* A few beer later, laughing at piano man*

"That's great!" Arthur leaned against the piano heavily as he listened to the man play.

Celina, on the other hand, sat down at the piano with the musician, "Sounds great, you just need a little.." She began to press the keys of the piano, it sounding great in her mind and earning Arthur's approval when in reality, of course, her input was entirely ruining the song.

The man finally stopped playing and stood up, looking at Celina and Arthur with great irritation, "You two go along with your night. I'm trying to do business here."

Celina looked up at Arthur in shock, "He's mad!"

Arthur grabbed Celina and pulled her away from the piano and man who's patience was being pushed to the limit, "We need to find Lenny."

Celina's eyes widened, "Lenny's not here!?"

"No, Lenny is missing, help me look for him." Arthur wandered off in one direction, pushing the young woman in the other direction not too gently.

Celina stood there in the middle of the bar, "Lenny?! Where are you Lenny?" Arthur calling out for him as well just barely registered in her mind as she began relying on total strangers once more except this time to find only Lenny, "Where's Lenny?" She questioned an older man before getting totally blown off.

She stumbled away before approaching another young woman, "Have you seen Lenny?"

"How would I know who Lenny is?"

Celina opened her mouth to try to describe Lenny but was cut off by Arthur's loud mouth, "I found Lenny!"

Celina shook her head at the woman who she had been talking to, "He found Lenny."

"Lenny!" Celina greeted joyfully as she approached he and Arthur who were once again upstairs, "You are hard to keep track of."

Lenny turned to Arthur, "Why weren't you ever married, Arthur?"

Arthur shrugged, "Wouldn't have me."

Celina chimed in despite herself, "I think M-molly wants to marry D- Dutch." She swayed as she held up her beer bottle dramatically, spilling some of the liquid onto the carpet, "S-she can't have him. No she-"

A prostitute walked up to the three of them, eyeing Arthur up and down and then Lenny as if deciding who would be easier to cheat out of money. Before she could get much more than a word out, Celina stepped towards the red-head, "You get out of here, Molly." Only, her words were so slurred by that point that it was hard to make out what it was she was trying to say, "I'll shoot you right in the head if you don't leave him alone-" she took a step forwards, trying to swing at the woman but missed when arms wrapped around her, pulling her back and allowing the prostitute to quickly hurry away.

...

"There he is!" Celina pointed from the balcony to where Lenny stood on the bar, doing some... what looked like may have been dancing as strangers yelled at him to get down from there.

It had to have been a funny, no- hilarious sight to see one of the toughest cowboys of the century staggering down the steps with Celina equally as drunk, them both trying to support one another despite them both looking as if they would fall over at any second.

The who of them attempted to get to their friend, the crowd which was gathered around the bar making it more difficult than either of them were willing to tolerate. "Outta my way," Arthur grumbled as they continued to push their way through people.

Instead of moving out of the way as demanded, the man turned around to face Arthur, "Who do you think you're talking to?" He got up in Arthur's face, looking ready to fight.

Arthur pushed him back, "No one, I ain't talking to no one." The man shoved Arthur back and Arthur shoved him again, and then before Celina could really comprehend what was going on, Arthur grabbed her and pulled her into a group. Everyone put their arms around one another and again, before anything made since, they were line-dancing.

...

"Ah, there you are, Lenny!" Arthur said as he approached someone who Celina had agreed most definately looked like Lenny. Apparently though, they were not Lenny, that surprised both of them because despite the person having an offended feminine voice, they surely did look so much like Lenny.

Celina pointed over to where Lenny stood at the bar, "There he is!" Celina stumbled over to him, the room swirling around her, "Lenny, you've had enough, lets go."

The man turned around and looked at her and Arthur in disbelief, "How much have the two of you had to drink? Go home."

Celina backed away as did Arthur, "Where's Lenny? Lenny!"

It was Arthur's turn to point, "There he is!"

Together, they started towards the man they had pinpointed as their friend only to have someone else who oddly looked just like Lenny come up and slap Arthur across the face, "What are you doing Arthur?!"

Arthur stood there dazed for a moment before slapping him back, Celina watching as the two of them stood there slapping one another like idiots. Then, she herself reached out and slapped the both of them, taking delight in the look of shock and hurt on both of their faces. They were big babies, the both of them.

...

Celina woke up, slowly but surely, her head throbbing. She looked around in confusion at her surroundings before realizing where she was- the sheriff's. Arthur and Lenny were in the cell beside hers, just waking up as well.

She squinted at her two friends, her memory from the night before not much more than a blur, "What did we do last night?"

Arthur groaned, "Hell if I remember."

The sheriff chuckled as he approached the cells, "You were all brought in last night for drunk and disorderly conduct... fifteen dollars and you're free to go."

The three of them nodded and dug through their pockets, all producing adequate money and handing it to the sheriff. It sure had been a night.

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A/N: Happy Thanksgiving! ? Hope everyone's day is going well and here's chapter 11.

Questions/Comments? Shared thoughts are always appreciated and gotta say this chapter was fun to write!

Can't wait to get to the parts of the story with more action. What would you guys like to see happen?

Disclaimer: I do not own Red Dead Redemption 1 or 2 or anything associated with it.