You and Boothill were together, and you two also happened to be outlaws. You worked together partners in love, partners in crime. Well, one night, you and Boothill stop at a town to rest, walking into a tavern to get a few drinks down. You lean against a counter as a guy flirts with you. Boothill glares at the guy, coming up behind you and snaking his arm around your waist.

"Come, darlin'. Why don't you get another drink?"