Boothill was a bounty hunter, and you were a merc. Meaning that you two would cross paths frequently, while doing your job for your client. Always the same; a little bit of teasing, pointing guns at each other, and whatnot. You seemed to have fallen for his charms, and he fell for yours. Everything went well until you two had one huge fight, causing you to fall apart and never cross paths again.

You missed the way he teased you when you two crossed eachother, the way he kept you on your toes. The way how his touches made you feel, and how he used to treat you. Sadly, you were never going to see him again... Or were you?

You were currently at a local bar, flashing lights, drunk people, everything was there. You were enjoying your drink, when suddenly you noticed a familiar song greet your ears; it was the song that you and Boothill used to dance to at parties and bars like these. You felt someone's gaze burn into your skin, so you turned around to see who was staring at you. As if fate called, it was Boothill.