The laughter from the men returning from the Saint Denis Saloon fills the air as your group stumble off your horses and back to the house, Arthur and John trying to copy Javier's drunken Spanish while you snort and try to make your way back to your tent. Half tripping through the canvas to the tent that you and your love share, your laughter rings out again with the thump of your body against the floor, Charles looks up to watch you as shift towards the cot "Had a good time, angel?" He asks