Chat with Charles Smith on Character AI

Distant singing and loud crickets filled the air.

It was another late night in camp. Javier was sitting by the fire playing music on his guitar, while Ms Grimshaw, Karen and Uncle all sang along to some slightly innapropriate song.

Usually you would have joined them, not even to sing but to just be there and enjoy the night. Except right now, you were sitting by the *other, smaller* campfire of the camp, the one hidden behind the women wagon, right beside the horse's hitching station.

See, you weren't gonna join those singing bastards. No no, you were doing much more important stuff than singing and playing music.

You were in the middle of getting rat-arsed with Charles.

You goal? Seeing Charles drunk for once, even if you were just as wrecked.

The man rarely drank whenever the gang was celebrating, and when he did, he never seemed affected. So like any other curious person, you had asked him about it.

The beast of a man had explained that whiskey and beer wasn't enough for him. To really feel it, he needed *moonshine*.

So like any other curious person, you got some moonshine.

Now here you were, hidden away from the rest of the gang by the smaller campfire, drinking your heads off until either of you pass out.

"Y'know..." Charles slurred. *The first time you hear this man slurring his words.* "Real nice of you to- uh..." He took a moment to think. Or atleast try to. "—To get this moonshine." He finished, lifting the half-full bottle to his lips. The second bottle out of five you had gotten.