Just as promised, Trelawny managed to talk the hot air balloon operator into allowing Celina into the great balloons basket much to her delight. Josiah climbed into the basket first before turning around and offering her his hand as she boarded it herself- she had gratefully accepted.

"Ok, now operating this balloon is easy," The operator spoke to them, successfully gaining their attention, "You just pull that lever long and frequently enough to keep the balloon at the desired altitude." He gave a short tug to demonstrate, lifting the balloon off the ground a bit, "Mr. Trelawny, is it? Would you like to give it a try?"

Josiah perked up some at the offer and nodded, "Certainly good sir, certainly." He moved into position and reached up, giving the lever a good tug and lifting them ever higher.

The operator smiled, "Good, I'll tell you when we're at the best height."

Trelawny looked over at Celina, "Would you like to try, my dear?"

The operator quickly spoke before Celina had a chance to respond, "We really must not have a woman in control of this beast, sir. As I said, surely she will be getting light headed soon enough."

Celina rolled her eyes with a small smile, this type of treatment would be everywhere with the current year, she was sure. It was all about a matter of getting used to it. Sure was different, "It's alright, I'm enjoying just taking in the view anyway. That was the truth if nothing else. The higher they ascended, the more land she could see across, it was truly beautiful and she wondered if they went high enough if she would be able to peer down at the camp.

The operator spoke again, "So, how long have you two been an item?"

Celina's eyes widened at the question and she looked at Josiah, her shock ever so obvious, "We're not together like that. She shook her head, just having a fun day on the town away from the rest of our friends."

The man nodded, "Well in that case I am sorry for the question."

Josiah shook his head and tugged on the lever again, "It is quite alright my friend."

It wasn't until they were quite a bit higher in the sky that the conductor ordered the ballon stay at the height they were currently at with the winds being the strongest at that point. Celina was still enjoying herself although it made her feel a bit uncomfortable to just be blown around by the wind, thousands of feet in the air in a balloon which could certainly rip.

And then the flock of birds came, "Hurry, decend, decend," the conductor ordered.

The look on Trelawny's face was nearly priceless as he immediately let to of the lever, "Goodness, will it ever sink enough?"

Celina watched the flock of birds with wide eyes as they came nearer, the animals weren't paying attention, that was it... her fear was going to come true. The balloon was going to crash and they were all going to fall to their untimely deaths.

"Oh heavens, we are indeed cutting this close." Trelawny couldn't break his gaze from the flock himself, "Do we not have any emergency means of escape?"

The conductor shook his head, "I am afraid we do not."

The magician shot her a worried look, "I must say, miss Knoll, if we live through this, I do believe I will be heading to the bar with you."

Celina nodded in agreement, "That would be much appreciated." Luckily, the birds cleared right over the balloon, none of them making any noticeable contact with it. It wasn't until the last bird passed by though that Celina really felt as if she could breathe again. She did so at that point, inhaling deeply, "So," she smirked at Josiah, "what about the bar?"

"Oh yes," he nodded, allowing the conductor to take over in controlling the balloon, "We will be going to the bar tonight."

...

The balloon ride lasted a little while longer, Trelawny no longer interested in operating it. Finally, after the balloon landing, the three of them once again had their feet on the ground and it was mutually agreed that the earth had never felt sweeter.

Josiah turned to the man who had taken them on their most recent adventure and bowed dramatically in goodbye, "Thank you, good sir. You be well now."

The man waved goodbye to them and Trelawny and Celina set off in the direction of the bar, it only now nearing five in the afternoon. Trelawny looked over at the woman who was so eager to once again get to drinking, "It's still so early in the day dear, are you sure you want to go now?"

Celina smiled at his question, "I'm starting to think you have a problem with day drinking."

His eyebrows rose, "Oh no, not at all darling. We can do whatever you like."

...

So, needless to say, they did exactly what Celina wanted to do and entered the bar, sitting down in stools next to one another. Celina slammed her hands down on the bar getting the bartenders attention who was busier than he had been earlier in the day, "Oh, the two of you are back!"

Celina nodded, "Start us off with two beers please... each."

"As you wish." The bartender slid two beers to both Celina and Trelawny, Celina cracking open her first one immediately and taking a drink of the cold liquid.

Josiah eyed her as he took a drink of his and she laughed at the look on his face, "What is it?"

He shook his head and swallowed, "Nothing, my dear."

Celina shrugged and guzzled down the rest of the first beer, Trelawny's gaze still drifting over to her more often than not, it was rather rare to see a woman such as she, one who didn't seem to care in the slightest what a woman was supposed to be like under the eyes of society. She dressed just like the boys of the gang in a very slightly more feminine way. He couldn't phantom the image of her in a dress and although he'd like to, how she was just the way she was without worry of what others thought simply captivated him. He downed the rest of his first beer before starting on the next.

"So," he started, "What was your life like before Dutch and the gang?"

Celina shrugged, her mind flashing back to her friends in 2018. She did miss them at times, they were good to her but she really wasn't certain she would go back even if she had all the chances in the world, "It was... nothing special. Typical really."

He sat his beer down, "And what is typical in this world, truly?"

Celina took another drink, "You know, wake up, work, eat, sleep, repeat."

Trelawny smiled, there was something different about the woman beside him but he couldn't quite put his finger on it and if he was being truthful, it perplexed him greatly, "So no lover?"

"Nope," she popped the p, "Not for a good few years until dear Dutch."

"Hmm..." the magician took another drink, a thoughtful one, "What made you leave your life behind for what he had to offer?"

Celina tapped on the bar rather antsy to change the subject, "I just wasn't happy. What about you? Tell me about yourself."

Trelawny sighed, "Well, wherever shall I begin? I immigrated here from Britan many years ago, a wonderful choice on my part... expecially since I had made rather a name for myself over there."

It was Celina's turn to look over at him with interest, "A name for yourself? From conning people?"

He nodded, "A few too many people and the wrong ones at that. No family here, aside from the boys of course."

"Of course." It seemed to Celina that Trelawny was almost as reluctant to reveal information about himself as she was to reveal information about herself. What had she really expected though? Josiah Trelawny was a puzzle, a true mystery, nonetheless, one she would like to find out more about.

They drank together to the point that they were so drunk it was really quite hilarious. Both of them were slurring their words, Celina finding humor in the slightest of things. Trelawny's typically well-kept hair was deliciously disheveled and his the first couple buttons of his suit undone. Celina eyed him misceviously, before waving down the bartender again and nearly falling out of her seat doing so, "Two more beers please."

The bar tender gave the duo a good look over and shook his head, "No, the two of you have had enough. You're going to get yourselves into some trouble if you drink any more."

"But trouble is what we're after ssirrrr." Trelawny attempted to comb his hair back into place with his fingers but it was no use, falling back into his face.

The man behind the counter still shook his head although with an amused smile on his face, "I will give you no more. I do think you should sleep your drunken stupor off, however. Why don't you take one of the rooms upstairs for the night?"

Celina laughed, "You're sending us to bed."

"Yes," the bartender laughed as well, "We'll talk expenses in the morning before you leave but the first room on the left is available."

Celina's eyes widened, "On the left? I want the one on the right because we are alright."

The bartender chuckled and handed a key to Trelawny, "This is to the one on the left."

The conman nodded taking the key and struggling to focus on the object in his hand, "I will try not to have it disappear." This comment earned a strange look from the bartender but he did not comment. Instead, he silently watched as the two drunks staggered to their feet and just barely made it across the bar and up the steps, trying to lean on one another for support much to the amusement of everyone watching.

"The one on the left." Trelawny staggered to the door and unlocked it before making his way inside, Celina following and kicking the door shut behind herself, "I am quite hot." Josiah went to shrug off his suit and ended up losing his balance and plopping down on the bed.

Celina, in her drunken state couldn't seem to think of anything but the sexy way his hair fell into his face in a curl or his slender likely toned body, his accent though slurred, sounded even more delightful in her own drunken state. She made her way across the room and attempted to assist him in removing his suit.

That didn't go as planned.

Due to the close proximity upon her trying to help him, neither one of them resisted the temptation to crash their lips onto one another's. The kiss quickly turned heated, hungry. The last thing on Celina's mind was Dutch Van Der Linde as Trelawny's tongue invaded her mouth making her moan in delight as she invaded his mouth with her own.

She forcefully pushed his suit off as she climbed on top of him, still entrapped in their kiss and pinning him against the bed. Josiah managed to roll the two of them over so he was on top, kissing along her jawline and to her ear, suckling and licking at her and in her right ear, making her hips buck voilently and demandingly against his and her hand pushing down on the back of his neck to keep him from stopping.

She breathed heavily and shakily, being overcome by the lust she felt to the man above her, "J- Josiah.." She could hardly process a word let alone a thought as he continued his assult on her ear. She was overwhelmed, powerless to her desire for him, "Please, I need you."

Her eyes widened and breathing quickened as he moved his lips away from her ear and began kissing down her neck as he unbuttoned her shirt and she lifted up to squirm out of it, chucking it to the floor as if it had personally insulted her.

Trelawny's lips continued to trail down her chest, his left hand cupping her left breast and mouth attatching to her right one, sucking on and licking at her nipple to the point she was nearly screaming with pleasure. He sent a drunken, lustful smile up to her before continuing to trail his lips down her body.

...

"Do what you want, Arthur. If she doesn't want to be here with us, I personally would not be interested in checking on her. If you want though, go. You apparently seem to know where she is." Dutch sat on the front porch of the house, smoking a cigar, Molly O'Shea sitting at his side.

Arthur shook his head, he wanted to say something to Dutch about his sudden carelessness towards Celina but what was there to say? He looked over at Molly who looked perfectly content and proud of herself to be once again sitting at the side of the notorious leader. He opened his mouth for a second and then closed it before opening it again, "You really need to get your priorities straight, Dutch. That girl, she loves you."

Molly placed her hand on Dutch's knee rather possessively, "I love Dutch as well and I'm willing to accept his decisions as they are." Her voice grated on Arthur's nerves, "Celina was trying to take the gang away from him, can't you see that?"

Arthur stared her down for a moment, he didn't like that coming out of her mouth, not one bit, "No, I can't see that." He said nothing more but made his way down the steps and to Hosea, "Are you ready to go?"

Hosea nodded, tightening the girth of his horses saddle, "Whenever you are. The atmosphere here is overbearing."

John ran up to the two of them upon seeing them mount their horses along with Javier. John was the one who spoke first, "Are you guys going to see Celina?"

Hosea nodded, "We are, are you coming along?"

John nodded before going to his own horse, "Yea, I'd like to check on her, poor girl. I can't believe Dutch."

Arthur laughed humorlessly, "Neither can I."

Javier butted in, "I don't know her too well but I'm coming with, I need to get out, do something."

Arthur raised his hands in sarcasm, "Why don't we pack up the whole gang and barge into town to check on her?"

...

They had not, indeed taken the entire gang into Saint Denis to check on Celina. It remained only the four of them, Arthur, John, Hosea and Javier who rode into the city that morning. Javier looked over at Arthur who was in the lead, "So just the motel then?"

Arthur nodded, "That's the last place I know her to be staying at."

John, Hosea and Javier all waited outside the motel as Arthur went in and came back out a few minutes later, "She rented a room for last night but she's not there."

John looked worried, "Surely she should be around here somewhere, right? She wouldn't have rented the room and skipped town."

Arthur shook his head and climbed back into his horse, "I wouldn't think she would do something like that, wouldn't make much sense."

Javier spoke up, "You don't think something happened, do you?"

Hosea was the one to answer, not seeming overly concerned, "One thing I know about the woman from what I've seen is that she likes to drink. Considering the circumstances she came here under I wouldn't be too surprised if she crashed at the bar last night."

The rest of the guys nodded, readily agreeing with Hosea's suggestion and this time John took the lead, "Off to the bar it is."

The four of them trotted across town towards the bar, making small conversation on the way. Arthur brought up Dutch, "So, Dutch goes from trying to tear the house apart with his bare hands yesterday to not acting like he cares a bit about her absence today."

Hosea sighed, "Dutch has always been like that, going from one extreme to another."

John agreed, "It's like he just turns his feelings off."

Javier yawned, "He was pretty mad yesterday though. Do you think she would come back with us?"

Arthur shook his head, "No, and I'm not trying to get her to. I just want to make sure she's doing alright. Let her have the day alone yesterday."

Hosea studied the city as they passed through it, "How this place has grown so quickly from what it must have been only a few years ago."

Arthur's lip lifted in disgust, "All of this civilization."

"Maybe she won't ever come back." Javier suggested as he looked around at the city himself, "Dutch may have blew it. What if she decides a life with us isn't a life she wants at all?"

Arthur shrugged and hitched his horse outside of the bar as did everyone else, "I'd miss having her around, all of us would but it may be better off that way. She would be safer." They dismounted the horses and he led them into the bar immediately approaching the man who was still busy cleaning the place. Without doubt he had to be the bar tender from his attire.

Arthur cleared his throat to gain the man's attention, "Excuse me mister, but did there happen to be a young woman, black hair and blue eyes here last night? Goes by the name Celina?"

The man's eyes widened in recognition of the description, "Why yes sir, she's holed up in the first room on the left with friend."

Arthur's face screwed up in confusion, "Her friend?"

"Yea... a formally dressed fella, they were as drunk as could be last night, had no choice but to cut them off."

"Formally dressed?" Hosea asked the question slowly, almost cautiously.

"Yea," the man nodded, not knowing the significance of what he was saying, "British feller I think."

John's eyes widened, "Oh shit."

...

Celina opened her eyes groggily, her head pounding from all the drinking she had been doing the night before. Her thought process stopped when she came to the realization that she was fully naked, "What the hell?" She mumbled the words under her breath and yawned.

Rolling over in the bed, her eyes fell upon Josiah laying there next to her, starting to wake up himself and wearing nothing but his underwear. Her eyes widened as the events of the previous night began coming back to her rapidly, "Shit, crap, crap." She had never been one to sleep with a guy that soon but then came Dutch, and now Trelawny? She shook her head at herself and spoke softly to him, her headache not allowing her to speak much louder, "Josiah?"

He opened his eyes slowly, it clearly not registering with him at first what was going on. Celina smiled at him in his current state, he looked positively adorable. She wondered for a moment how a conman such as he could in the moment appear so innocent. He rubbed at his eyes and stared at her for a moment before surprise registered on his face, "Celina?" His eyes widened even more when he realized that she was naked, "What ever did we do last night?"

Celina raised her eyebrows and gestured to her nakedness sarcastically, "What do you think?" She smiled despite her tone, "You'll remember."

Trelawny nodded, "Oh I'm certain I will." It was clear that his memory was a still fuzzy and he raised his hand to his head which also was apparently throbbing, "I have got to say, I am sure however last night went is worth this unpleasant hangover."

Celina nodded with her lips pursed, trying not to smile too much about the night begore, "Oh it definately was." Truth be told, she did feel a little guilty about what had happened between the two of them when she took a moment to think about Dutch. She pushed the feeling aside though, feeling like that was useless. As far as she knew her and Dutch were well and truly done and what happened with Trelawny... well, happened.

Celina climbed out of the bed and began to get dressed, Trelawny's eyes not leaving her body, "I've got to say my dear, I am beginning to remember."

She smirked confidently at him as she tugged on her pants, "How could you not?"

His green eyes twinkled with happiness, "Though I must say I'm starting to think you spent the day wanting to get me drunk just so you could take advantage of me."

She raised a brow suggestively, "The world may never know."

It was precisely then when there was a heavy knock at the door followed by Arthur's deep and demanding voice, "Celina, are you in there?"

Celina looked back over at the magician with a panicked but mischievous look on her face. She wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed being caught or amused, "It's Arthur." Her face was beat red but a wide smile on her face, she spoke in a whisper, "Seems like there's no hiding this now."

...

A/N: A little shorter of a chapter than the ones in the last couple days but I felt it was only right to stop it here. Hope you guys liked it, good steamy moment between Trelawny and Josiah. As for his hair, just picture it disheveled as how it was when Arthur and Charles rescued him from the bounty hunters. I loved his hair even more than usual in that scene, sexy lol..

But yep, they slept together! And... Arthur, John, Hosea and Javier are now right outside their door ?

Dutch is doing what Dutch does and is trying to act like he doesn't care about her. Turning off his emotions towards the situation as he typically tends to do.

Anyway, questions, comments and predictions are things I always desire to read and greatly enjoy so keep them coming if you would. What's gonna happen next guys? It's gonna be interesting.

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