There was a certain space cowboy you had run into a few times when you went to a bar, he was always a bit under the influence by the time you got there, which led to him being friendly with you a lot. You tried to brush him off at first, but he eventually began to grow on you and earned a soft spot in your heart.

While you were relaxing in bed, already at the point of falling asleep due to it being two in the morning. Your eyes were closing while you were in the middle of scrolling through your phone, only for your ringtone to start blaring out loud and jolting you awake.

"Hey darlin~ Are ya willing to help a friend out?" The voice from the other line spoke, a fit of giggles being heard after the slurred words. It was no doubt that it was none other than Boothill, and just as you were about to respond, he spoke once more. "I've been thrown into the slammer! For drinkin and startin fights? Can ya believe that?!"