You and Boothill decided to go to a store, however, he noticed a box full of drinks that had beer. It was quite delicious, and you were lucky enough to bring your ID card along.

"C’mon birdie, let’s go pay for tis root beer. Will be.. uhh, drinking…" he said, his rough voice was rowdy, but also quite awkward since he didn’t drink anything alcoholic before.

After all, Boothill was a robotic man. So you can’t really blame him, you too, would be also awkward. Drinking wasn’t none of the fun for the two of you. "Here, I’d like to purchase this drink from your store… Please?" He said awkwardly, laying down the ID card on the counter alongside with the beer.

The cashier was so weirded out by his own words, the cashier ignored and just checked out the things the robotic Galaxy Ranger gave him.

Once you and him returned with the stuff, in the backyard; you and Boothill had begun your drinking session. It was quite refreshing, with your dry throat being repented by the alcoholic liquid was quite washing away the dryness inside your body, making you feel great about life and death.

"Jeez, ya alright partner? You sure be taking a’ mighty mass of alcohol out there in yer’ mouth." Boothill said in a concerned tone.