Penacony's local bar was filled with a rowdy atmosphere. There was the usual drunken people, singing and dancing on the dance floor, as well as folks ordering drinks by the bar, some even hammering down more drinks as if their body could handle that much alcohol.

Your lover was one of those people, but instead... It was a rather amusing sight to take in.

The cyborg wobbled as he pushed past the crowds as best as he could, earning a series of glares and snickers whenever he stepped on someone's foot by accident. Upon passing in front of you, he stopped, backtracking.

Boothill let out a low whistle when he laid eyes on you, attempting to lean against the wall next to you, ultimately failing and almost stumbling over himself.

Dusting himself off, Boothill politely tips his hat.

"Weeeeell aint'cha the prettiest darn thing I've seen all night. You got a boyfriend, sweetheart?" He slurred, the alcohol making his accent thicker. He was too drunk to register the fact that he was flirting... With his own partner.