"So, you're telling me that you just escorted her out of the party and sent her on her way?!" Dutch was mad, no... Dutch was infuriated. Needless to say, the stagecoach ride back from the party was not going as well as the ride there.

Bill sat across from Dutch, Arthur and Hosea on the same side as Dutch and Molly beside Bill. Bill nodded, sticking up for himself, "That's just what I did! Saw her to her motel room."

Dutch scoffed and shook his head, throwing his top hat to the floor, "So you just let her leave, just like that?"

Bill didn't show any sign of caring about Dutch's current temper, "I wasn't about to make her stick around or run off alone when she had just witnessed her boyfriend being unfaithful."

Molly for once was keeping her trap shut, seeming to actually have nothing worth saying but just observing the argument unfolding amongst the four men. It was pathetic she thought, that all of them would sit there arguing over Celina Knoll and that that woman had actually gotten Bill to talk back to Dutch.

Hosea and Arthur looked shocked at the revelation of this new information which they were previously unknowing of. Hosea looked at Dutch in disbelief as did Arthur. Hosea, however, was the one to say something, "You did what?"

Dutch opened his mouth and then closed it again, trying desperately to think of something to say. Arthur wasn't willing to wait for him to come up with an excuse for his behavior, "So you're telling me, Celina finally starts to forgive you for accusing her of being a traitor and then you go and kiss- of all people," he pointed at Molly, "Her?"

Dutch threw his hands in the air defensively, "This falls back on you, Arthur. If you and Celina hadn't ever tried sneaking around behind my back, this whole situation never would have happened."

"What?" Arthur's face screwed up at the audacity of Dutch's newest accusation, "Celina and I were never sneaking around behind your back, Dutch."

"That's exactly what you would say if it were true. I heard things, Arthur."

Hosea held his hand up to stop the argument, "Hold on, Dutch. Who exactly told you this?"

Dutch shrugged, "Doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does, Dutch. Who was it, was it Micah?" Bill stared at him as he waited for an answer but Dutch gave him none. The largest man shook his head, "No wonder Celina is gone."

The leaders face contorted in anger, "Where is she?"

...

Celina slowly opened her eyes as the light of the sun invaded the room through the window. Her eyes fixated on the Celina as she laid in bed on her back and her thoughts immediately floated back to the night before. She was in a motel room in Saint Denis alone due to Dutch and his impeccable ability to make bad decisions. The pang of heartache wasted no time in hitting her once again. He had kissed her, he had kissed Molly O'Shae.

The young woman shook her head as she tried to push the thoughts aside. She was of course unsuccessful, how long had whatever they were doing been going on? Had it ever truly stopped? Had they gotten close again after Micah lied to Dutch about her? Was it just a kiss... or had they?... Why, why? Why?!

She forced herself to get out of bed and smoothed down the rumpled blue dress which she had worn and unfortunately slept in the night before. She knew that her appearance couldn't be too attractive at the moment, but she could do no better than trying to force out the wrinkles, combing her hair with her fingers and rubbing the sleep crud from her eyes.

If she was really going to do this, live away from Dutch that was, she needed to hit up some of the stores and by herself some much needed items. She stood in the middle of the room for a minute, hardly able to believe herself. How on God's green earth was she ever going to make it on her own in 1899?

She had to try, she at least had to try. She would still go robbing with the boys for her income, that was a given. As she told Bill the night before, she was still part of the gang, just... not staying at camp. It was the doing life part, living alone that got her. Sure, she had had her own apartment before, but then again, that was of course 2018...

She slipped on her shoes and made her way out the door. After she bought what she needed and got cleaned up, she was going to the bar and getting as drunk as possible. That was a given. She was certainly not going to think about Dutch Van Der Linde all day long.

Making her way down the steps and back to the main lobby, Celina approached the man behind the desk seeing he was someone different than the night before. Still with a rather groggy state of mind, she spoke with him and extended her stay in the room for another night before finally leaving to hit the town.

Now Celina wasn't ever a fan of the city, not in 2018 and definately not now but she did recognize it had its perks with the close together stores at least. She purchased a couple of outfits first and then her necessary hygiene items before heading back to the motel.

She had gotten dressed into a gunslinger outfit, no hat. And brushed her teeth before heading back out into the city. The bar, that was what she desired to locate more than anything so she once again set out to do just that.

Saint Denis was packed with people bustling to and from places of business, people riding their horses down the street. There were beggars on more corners than not. Of course with civilization came beggars. The only ones she felt bad for? The ones who truly couldn't earn money for themselves.

Finally, she reached the bar, really wishing that her horse had been there with her for quicker transportation. She entered the bar through the business professional door which matched every other building in the city. She looked around to see that hardly anyone was there yet, it being only around ten o'clock in the morning. She was going to draw attention to herself, drinking at such an early time.

Frankly, she didn't care. She sat down at one of the barstools, immediately grabbing the attention of the bar tender, "Whisky please."

He poured her a glass, "That'll be a dollar."

She paid him as she took the glass and raised it to her lips, savoring the taste of the whisky before swallowing it. She looked over her shoulder when she heard someone else enter the bar after her third whisky and smiled when she saw that it was none other than Josiah Trelawny, "Well miss Celina! I certainly didn't expect to see you here." He walked over to her and seated himself on the stool to her right, "What are you doing here at such an early hour?"

Celina shrugged and raised the glass of whisky to her lips again, taking another drink, "Coping. I could ask the same of you?"

He raised a brow in intrest, "I have some business matters to attend, and am currently waiting on a friend."

"Hmm," Celina looked around the bar, "Considering the friend isn't here, I'll be your friend until they arrive, what're you drinking?"

"Oh, not drinking my dear. Only waiting, I have to have my composure about me in my line of work."

Celina laughed and nodded before waving the bar tender over again and this time requesting a beer, "Well luckily for me, I do not have a reason to keep my composure."

"Indeed, indeed. So, what is it exactly that you're coping with?" He requested a water from the bartender for himself.

She groaned as she thought back to the night before, "Dutch being Dutch and worse."

"And worse?" He took a sip of his water. How was it that the man did everything with such class? He swallowed, "I've got to say, you have officially captured my attention."

She took a long swig of her beer, not truly wanting to sit it down, "Well, I'm glad to hear I have someone's attention... until the extravagant Molly O'Shae comes along anyway."

He quit swirling around the water in his glass and sat the glass on the table, "Oh, you've got to give me the details."

"Well..." She started, explaining her relationship with Dutch leaving out the fact that she had seen what the future could hold. She told him all of the other important details up to the point where Micah accused her of going against Dutch regarding the Braithwaites and Grays. She explained the argument, altering it slightly to hide the fact she was from the future. Then, she got to the part where she had given into attending the party, "At first I didn't want to go to the party. Turns out that it's a good thing I did." She took another swig of her second beer, "Everything was going pretty good, I was actually sitting Dutch's previous rediculousness aside and having a good time with him. Bill and I went out into the crowd to make some... useful friends, and eventually, I looked up to the balcony. And, well," she drummed her fingers on the bar, "I saw Dutch and Molly kissing. So, I left. Bill brought me here."

Trelawny was quiet for a moment before speaking, "Now it is clear why you have had so much to drink."

Celina laughed and shrugged, "Hey, you asked." She went to stand up only for the room to start spinning around her at the movement.

Trelawny reached out hurriedly and caught her, keeping her from falling, "You just stay there, dear, and drink some water." He looked over at the door as another man came in, "That is my friend, I won't be long."

Trelawny got up from his own seat and made his way over to the man who had just entered the bar, sitting down at the table by the door with him and immediately engaging in what appeared to be a friendly and business like conversation.

Celina sighed and ordered herself a water as she had been instructed to do so by the magician. She was getting drunk but not as drunk as she hoped to be due to Trelawny's intrusion on her alone time. She didn't mind if she were being honest, it was probably a good thing she had been stopped from drinking herself out of her mind. Who knows what she would have done.

After downing the first glass of water, she made the decision to have another one. The cool liquid relaxed her as she glanced over to where Trelawny sat with his friend, she thought she heard something about gold mining and rolled her eyes. Was this meeting really about running another gold mining scam?

As he had said, the meeting between the two of them did not take long and his friend was heading back out the door. Trelawny immediately came back to her side, seeing that she had a nearly empty glass of water sitting in front of her. He dipped his head in approval, "Now where are you staying?"

"The motel in town, where else?"

Trelawny smiled, "I only wanted to ensure you had a roof over your head, my dear. Now, I have a proposition for you."

She stood up from the stool and followed him as he walked back across the bar and out the door, "What kind of proposition?"

"Well, you see, you and I, I do believe we could make quite a lot of money together." He gestured to her gloved hands, more specifically her right one, "And I believe whatever kind of 'scar' you have there could help to attract some attention."

She looked down at her hand, really hating herself in that moment for ever getting tattoos. It seemed her secret wouldn't last long in the company of Josiah. She shook her head, "I don't know."

"Well why not?"

"It's, it's." She looked at the ground sheepishly, of course he knew that it wasn't really a scar, that much was obvious, "I just don't want people seeing it." There was no way he could have known that her tattoos would prove that she was from the future, so his request was rather innocent.

As he had when they robbed that stagecoach together, he let her reluctance slide, "We could still make money in other ways, my dear. If you give me a few hours I'll have a wide variety of propositions for you."

She smiled, she knew that was true, "I'm sure you will."

"So," he gestured to her, engaging in an entirely different topic of conversation, "You told Dutch to take Micah's dick out of his mouth."

She laughed, in Trelawny's British accent, what she said sounded even better, "Well yea. You've known them long enough to see the difference in Dutch. So do you not agree that Micah seems to be the problem?"

"I do not not agree. I've never trusted Micah, always... bothered me, despite not having been around him much myself. That said, I also believe the problem may be dear ole Dutch."

"Dutch himself?"

"Oh yes indeed, Dutch has... been changing slowly for a couple years now if you ask me. Just now is it becoming truly noticeable... you know, Dutch is a dear friend of mine but he has led those boys down a path so far from redemption."

Celina swallowed, "You think so?"

"Certainly," he nodded, "Not intentionally, however. His beliefs are solid ones, ones I generally agree with myself. However, he knows that the one the law truly wants is himself and the bounties on those boys heads grow larger and larger through the things they do out of loyalty to him."

Celina felt a bit confused by what he was saying, "So what are you trying to say?" She had always thought of Trelawny to be someone who was for himself when it came down to it but it seemed that he was disappointed in Dutch for making similar decisions.

Trelawny sighed, "I'm not quite sure, it just seems that lately, he's been more reckless with the boys in attempt to protect himself and it's getting rather sad. Like I said, the change has been slow and I know it's unintentional, he loves them, but.."

She had to ask, couldn't help it, "So you're saying you wouldn't do the same."

He tilted his head slightly in thought, "That's not something I can honestly answer at this point. I would hope there would be a line which I would not cross."

Celina nodded at his answer, at least he was being honest about it, "So you don't think it's all Micah's fault?"

"A good part, but he can't totally change Dutch's personality, I'm afraid." His voice sounded truly sorrowful, "I'm not calling Dutch old, he's only a couple years older than myself... however, he has been in this life he's living for a good while. I fear that it may finally be starting to wear on him."

Celina swallowed once again, she had been so comfortable in blaming everything on Micah but hearing Trelawny's take on it made her wonder if maybe the magician was in fact right, "Thank you."

He looked over at her a bit surprised, "What ever are you thinking me for?"

She gave a small smile, "For the talk."

"Oh dear, talking is only one talent of mine. What do you say we enjoy the day we've been presented with and put everything as long ago as yesterday aside?"

She nodded, the idea of doing such a thing appealing to her greatly. Hopefully he would be able to keep her mind occupied well enough to keep her from thinking of Dutch.

...

Dutch had spent all morning storming around the camp, hardly talking to anyone and when he did say something, it was snappy and short. He was far more upset and pissed off than he had been in a good while. He could not believe Bill Williamson for escorting Celina off like she was his to give away nor Arthur and Hosea for siding with him and failing to see what was so wrong about what Bill had done. He should have known better than to just let her go without his permission. Where was the loyalty in that?

His face contorted in anger right before he slammed his fist down and into the table. Hosea looked up at him from where he sat at the table, "You need to get ahold of yourself and calm down son."

Dutch shot him a look that could have hurt him if a look could do that, "I'm not going to calm down, Hosea. She. Left. Me."

The older man stood up and shook his head in disapproval. He gestured to Dutch pointedly, "And this is why she left you. This behavior, Dutch. It's rediculous. You are the one who drove her away and you're going to have to deal with it. She has been gone for less than twenty four hours, she may come back."

The leader tipped his head up to the ceiling, "I don't like this, Hosea."

Arthur spoke up from where he leaned against the doorway, "She just needs time, that's all."

"How can you possibly know that?" Dutch looked over at Arthur, his face red with anger not at the one he thought of as his son, but at the entire situation, "Have you talked to her?"

Arthur shook his head, he wouldn't even reveal to Dutch where Bill had told him and Hosea where the girl was currently staying. The last thing she needed was Dutch storming over to her motel in Saint Denis and breaking through her door, "No, I haven't talked to her."

Javier walked into the room rather cautiously upon having heard Dutch yelling, "What's going on in here?"

"Celina's gone, that's what's wrong." Dutch's answer practically came out in a growl. Hosea eyed him uneasily from where he remained unmoved from his chair.

Javier's eyes widened as he had been out late the night before and hadn't been home to witness Dutch's rage when he had returned home right after the party, "Bill told me that she left because of what happened at the ball."

Arthur gave the Mexican a warning look, hoping that his statement wouldn't add fuel to the partly Scottish man's fire. It seemed it was too late though, "So, I'm taking it Bill's just out there telling everyone what happened now. He sure as hell won't tell me where he dropped her off."

"Well," Javier scratched his head uncomfortably, "I don't know who all he told. I would think she'd be at a motel in Saint Denis since Bill took her there, would have to be close."

Dutch eyed Javier with a look of temporary hatred for the world, "You really think I didn't check that? I went there this morning and no one by her name is checked into the motel there. She must have someone she's staying with over there."

Hosea tucked his lips into his mouth, upon Bill telling him where he had dropped her off at, he had went down there himself and paid them to keep from releasing to anyone that she was there. He hadn't tried to find her himself though, knowing that the woman probably wanted time to herself, "How I see it, Dutch, it's probably better that you don't know where she is."

Dutch shook his head again, pounding on the table once more although less forcefully, "I need to know where she is. I need to know that she's safe."

Javier sucked in his cheeks, looking from Arthur to Hosea to Bill who was just walking in with John, Sadie close behind them. All of them must have heard Dutch carrying on the way he was. Bill butted his way into the conversation, "She is fine, Dutch. I wouldn't have sent her off into harms way."

Micah came down the steps half way, leaning over the railing of the stairs, "Who's side are you all on anyway? Dutch, it sounds like your gang is more loyal to Celina than to you. Why don't you all show the man some respect, we all make mistakes."

Everyone fixated their attention on Micah for a moment before looking back to Dutch to see his reaction. Dutch simply nodded and looked up to meet Micah's deceitful gaze, "Yes, that is true. We all make mistakes."

Arthur made eye contact with Hosea, conveying thoughts of uneasiness to one another without a shared word, "So." Arthur looked back at Dutch, "Is the mistake breaking Celina's heart to the point she left? Or is the mistake on Celina's part for leaving?"

Sadie walked up to Arthur and grabbed his arm lightly before leading him away from the group. The tension was too high and it was clear that Dutch was getting close to snapping under all the pressure everyone was laying on him. Arthur addressed everyone else in the room, "Common, let's clear out, give Dutch some time to breathe. This isn't our issue anyway."

Bill grumbled under his breath as he was the first to follow Arthur out, "It is when he goes around acting like he has today."

Sadie looked over her shoulder at the boys to see everyone else following except dear Hosea, "What do you boys think?" Her question was addressed to Arthur and Bill.

Arthur shook his head, "Nothing good."

...

"No," Celina smiled at Josiah as they walked the streets of Saint Denis together enjoying the rather nice weather, "You really want me to do that?"

Josiah clasped his hands behind his back and nodded, "I could very well use an assistant on stage. What is a magician without an assistant?"

She just about beamed despite her broken heart, "I mean, I could. I've never really been on stage before.. Big crowds make me nervous."

"Well, you think about it. If you really are done sleeping in the dirt with our dear friends, might as well enjoy being away from them, am I right?"

She darted her tongue over her lips. He was right, sleeping apart from the gang didn't have to be a negative thing. She might as well make the best of the times which she wasn't in their company, "Ok, I'll think about it. I mean, there would have to be a whole lot for you to teach be but hopefully I could exchange my gun at times for a rabbit."

Trelawny laughed and placed his hand on her shoulder, "I can assure you miss Knoll, you will greatly enjoy the joys of magic."

She raised a brow, "Isn't it all just a trick though? Nothing real, right?"

"Oh no, absolutely a trick... until the conjuring begins."

She bit down on the inside of her bottom lip lightly and shook her head, "Now the conjuring thing, that would freak me out."

"Well, being honest with you, that's not really either, my dear."

Celina laughed, "Is anything you do real?"

He nodded, "Plenty enough." He gestured to the theatre as they came upon it, "What would you say to a movie?"

She looked up at the title of the movie hanging over the theatres entrance which read 'The Woman' and nodded, "We can give it a try." Really, she didn't understand what could been so entertaining about an animation which would last only a few minutes. Then again, it was 1899 and the entertainment was limited. She sure would miss her action movies despite having enough action in her life already.

The movie as she thought it would be was boring but she greatly appreciated Trelawny having paid for her ticket and keeping her company. She looked over at him when the credits started rolling and smiled. It was sweet, him having set aside his day to spend with her and try to cheer her up. She knew that was what he was doing, it was obvious and it wasn't like he knew that this would be nothing compared to the action movies she was so used to.

It was around three in the afternoon when they made their way out of the theatre, Celina pointing back in the direction of the bar, "Are you sure you don't want to go get plastered with me? It could be fun."

Trelawny waved off the bar in rejection, "Not now, but there is one other thing that I would like to do now, the weather is well enough." Josiah liked to drink, sometimes, but nothing like the rest of the boys. He looked over at the petite woman who walked by his side. He couldn't believe Dutch put her through what he had, to think of doing such a thing was ridiculous and he hated to think of Celina as being so hurt by him that she had nothing better to do than to drink, "Have you ever flown?"

Of course she immediately knew what he was talking about, "You mean in a hot air balloon?"

"Oh yes, I know just the man to get us up high above the clouds." He lowered his voice and leaned into her a bit as if telling her some secret, "Now, women aren't typically allowed to fly, but we'll see what I can't do for us."

She ran her fingers through her dark hair as she followed him in the direction of the balloons, this would be interesting, seeing Josiah Trelawny at work, using his gift with words to talk someone into bending the rules of their job.

...

A/N: So, Celina's first day away is interesting so far with Trelawny keeping her company and away from the bottle. Dutch is incredibly pissed towards everything and everyone except himself and no likes Micah's comment about everyone making mistakes...

Thoughts? Comments? Predictions? I would love to hear them all as usual and I do try to reply whenever possible.

What are you guys thinking regarding her and Trelawny's day together so far? I feel like they have a pretty well balanced dynamic myself, like writing their interactions for sure.

What do all of you think about Dutch's behavior as well? He's definately not handing Celina leaving him too well. He deserves it though in my opinion... what do you think?

Next chapter will cover Celina's first ever hot air balloon ride and who better to do that with for the first time than Trelawny? If Celina gets her way and he goes out drinking with her, that sure will be interesting.

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