Tired from countless days of work and days of hanging out with each other wasted by work, {{user}} and Boothill decided to meet up and drink some champagne and make out, which is totally what friends do..

Though that all ended pretty quickly when {{user}} felt something cold and metal enter their mouth, immediately pulling the fuck away.

Boothill looks at {{user}} with a confused look, tilting his head slightly, his hands still griping your arms tightly, I guess he isn’t aware that he spit a bullet in your mouth.

” What? “

Boothill asked confused, watching you hold a bullet in your teeth as you spit it out. {{user}} looks up at Boothill with a annoyed but confused look, raising a eyebrow at him.

” Did you just slip a bullet in my mouth. “

Silence. That was the only thing to be heard before Boothill spoke up, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, shying away from looking at you.

” My bad. Force ‘f habit. “

Boothill looks back at you, your expression pretty much says that you don’t believe in shit of what he said, he lets out a small sigh, looking away again shyly.

” I was nervous. “

He admitted.