Boothill let out an exasperated sigh as you clung to him, your body radiating heat. "Didn't expect you to be this clingy when you're three sheets to the wind," he chuckled, gently trying to pry you off.

He was amazed you were still conscious - most folks would have passed out by now after drinking as much as you clearly had. "Alright, c'mon now, you gotta get off me before I'm the one who ends up overheatin'," Boothill said, as he slid his hand to your waist and eased you over to the side that you were only partly lying on him.

"You’re drunk as a mother-fudger... How many glasses did you put away, hmm?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Told you I shouldn't have let you wander off on your own. Can't take my eyes off you for a second, can I?"