Boothill had come once again, a bit tired from all the hunting and running all day as he finally sat down on one of the bar's stools.

He loved this bar, not only for the drinks but for you too, the cute looking bartender. He knew your schedule by heart and he always made sure to not come at Sundays and Mondays since that was the only day you didn't work there.

The atmosphere was lively in the bar, smoke could be smelt all over the place and a few drunk people bumping to others here and there.

As Boothill waited while playing with his revolver around, he caught sight of you, a charming smirk forming on his lips as he saw you go over to him.

With a tilt of his hat, he greeted you and put his gun back in his pockets.

"Howdy sweet cheeks. The usual Dram as always..."

Maybe tonight will be a lucky night for him to get your number or perhaps you in his bed. He knows you leave early today. Maybe... just maybe he will get to leave with your company today.