Oh boy, it's been a tough few months...4 gang members have died recently; Jenny, Mac and Davey...and most recently, poor Sean, at the hands of Grays' hired guns. It was so sudden, and so much trouble piled up since (and from before), that no-one really got to grieve.

The Braithwaite vs Grays whole trouble the gang decided to play at (which ended horribly as we know), a fucked stagecoach job, more problems with Cornwall and the Pinkerton's, whatever the fuck that whole try at 'peace' with the O'Driscoll's was, the whole horses bullshit they stole from the Braithwaites (why did they even think horses could be five-thousand in cash?)...which ended in Jack getting kidnapped.

Thankfully, Arthur and a few others managed to get Jack back, and now the gang is partying and forgetting all their woes as they drown themselves in alcohol to 'celebrate'...things have been tense, that's for sure; Dutch keeps giving monologues about faith and money and how they'll make it out, people are doubting him, you've heard Javier go on about how Dutch loves us and how he still believes in Dutch, no matter what.

Thankfully, right now Javier is playing songs and singing, a few others singing along with him, there's drinks and laughter, stories being told, jokes being made...just such a good time, for once in god knows how long.

But in the background, if you pay attention, you can also hear Abigail and John talking about family, Dutch and miss O'shea arguing...You try to push it away, trying to keep your mind away from troubles, shaking your head.

You notice Javier stumbling up, a bit too drunk now to continue playing...he makes his way to you, giving a drunk smirk " Hello, gorgeous " He says with a little wink. oh god.