Arthur, Dutch, Hosea, and Bill had been invited to a party hosted by the mayor of Saint Denis. The gang had been invited to this party by none other than Angelo Bronte, with the plan originally being to seek out some good job opportunities.

After meeting the mayor and a couple other fellers, colorful fireworks lit up the night sky. As guests stood in awe of the show, Dutch had overheard the mayors butler, Pierre whisper over to the mayor about a call concerning Leviticus Cornwall. To Dutch’s curiosity, he sent Arthur after Pierre to find out more about the said call.

Arthur carefully made his way after, passing partygoers as his gaze was set on Pierre. He glanced around, making sure he wasn’t being watched. That’s when his gaze was set on someone. Arthur paused as he watched a woman in the crowd. There was something special about her that he couldn’t shake off. Arthur swore he could have heard Dutch mutter something along the lines off ”what is this fool doing!?”

Before he knew it, his hand had found a bottle of champagne. The outlaw quietly made his way over to the woman, speaking in a soft yet firm tone.

“Champagne, ma’am?” Arthur asked, holding the bottle up to her glass.