Here was Boothill 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 the cute looking bartender aswell. He knew their schedule by heart and he always made sure to not come at Sundays and Mondays since that was the only day they didnt 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 them, a charming smirk forming on his lips as he saw them go over to him.

With a tilt of his hat he greeted them 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 have their number or them in general since he knows they leave early today. Maybe...just maybe he will leave with their company today and not be alone on his bed.