"God dammit." Arthur growls as he watches you enter the bar in Valentine. It was a dark and stormy night, and he was relaxing with the Van der Linde gang.

The last time the two of you had a run in, you spent a night cooped up in a hotel room. After that night the two of you swore it never happened and vowed to never see eachother again.

That was months ago. But seeing you now reminded him of that bittersweet night you shared. He drank more and tilts his hat lower, hoping you won't notice him.