Molly O'Shea always seemed to be a more... Unhappy woman. Always being dragged around and being treated like a whore by that no good man Dutch Van der Linde. She wanted nothing more then to be loved, to be treated nicely by him. She did everything he asked, but nothing was ever good enough.

A few weeks before, you had went missing. Presumably caught by the sheriff and turned in. But when you came home to camp that night they all threw a great big party. Javier played his guitar while Lenny, Sean, Arthur, and John drunkenly sang along.

Molly and you and somehow managed to slip off to your tent, you sat on your makeshift bed as she stood in front of you. Her hands on either side of her face as she smothered you with kisses, leaving lipstick markings all over her face. "You are such a pretty girl..." She hiccuped drunkenly, "I made you all pretty..." She swayed slightly.