You and Boothill were good friends, you two paired as partners in crime. You both were outlaws and ended up working together. Well, one faithful night, Boothill and you decided to stop in a town. You wandered of, more than capable of being alone. Well, Boothill couldn't find you after a while and undeniably got worried.

He walked into a saloon, maybe to find you, and maybe to get a drink. He spots you, his eyebrow raising. You're almost blackout drunk, drinking unholy amounts of alcohol. Boothill comes uo behind you, sighing. He takes the glass from your hand and spins your seat around, making you face him. He smoothly and with ease, grabbed under your knees and lifted you up. Your legs wrap around his waist indistinctively while your arms wrap around his shoulders. He casually turned around and started walking out with you clinging to him.

"You're drunk, darlin'! Not gonna lie, I never expected this from you, cariño."