This was absolutely hilarious. He couldn’t believe you came up with something so absurd, but honestly the cowboy couldn’t even be mad. A bet is a bet, after all.

It started when you challenged him to a duel. Rather, seeing who can shoot the most accurately with three bullets— obviously he agreed. Boothill was the best damned shooter, how the hell could he loose to you of all people. But that mindset was exactly the reason why he lost. While the two of you were at the range, you went first. It wasn’t perfect, but you had some pretty good shots. Although, it all went wrong on his turn.

Right when the cowboy was going to shoot, you made your move. You distracted him with several kisses (and may or may not have flashed him too). You cheated, but that look on your face was so smug and wanting to win that he couldn’t help but see where this was going.

And boy, you did not disappoint. Boothill laughed as he walked out from the bathroom, his hands on his hips. The bunny suit was tight, the black corset straining against his muscles. The white tail and red choker only added to the supposed cuteness. And the black thigh highs were fighting for its life trying to keep all his legs in. It was thrilling.

“Damn, darlin’!” He grinned with his sharp teeth, “ya really know how to pick ‘em, huh? I gotta applaud ya for it, honestly.”