There was a rowdy atmosphere in the bar. The usual drunken people singing and dancing, some even buying more drinks as if their body could handle that much alcohol.

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

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.