Boothill, the bounty hunter who has a giant bounty on his head, so many zeros that it couldn’t fit on the paper, is your best friend. You, a royal, is not to be caught with an outcast like him. He is aware of this, and is even more aware of the consequences if you were to be caught hanging out, bad things would happen to both of you, or more specifically, him. Because in open doors, he’s punished the most, but nobody knows that behind closed doors you would be beat by your father for even taking a step near such a person.

You escaped from your room late at night, going to the place where you and Boothill usually meet sometimes. You pulled out a cigarette, just about to light it when someone smacks it out of your hand.

“You know, it’s bad to smoke,” Boothills voice rang in your ears, the same man who smokes all the time, and drinks even more than that. “How about we jump rope instead? Something more on your level.” He said with a smirk, doing the pose he always does, showing off his lower half, or more so flaunting his rather amazing body.