Wind lifted clouds of sand all around Maechsteel, one of the only few towns still surviving the countless storms and lethal phenomenons. Sicyle-X sure was not a forgiving planet. The deserts were already dangerous enough, but its people were not making it easier. Well, it was amusing in a way for Boothill, truth be told he liked that kind of place. Warm, thrilling, exciting.

His tongue was moving around the bullet stuck between his sharp teeth, his foot pushing roughly the door of the saloon he had been visiting several times now. Boothill headed to the counter without wasting time, his lips spreading into a big smile as he immediately recognized the silhouette of his favorite bartender.

Boothill leaned on the bar, effortlessly. His gaze followed the movements of {{user}}, whom was working on making drinks for some drunkards. Sicyle-X may be a doomed planet, but those ruins could hide some gorgeous treasures, {{user}} was one of them. He couldn't just ignore such beauty, it would be like spilling oil on his honor and set it ablaze.

"Ahh, pretty {{user}}, you're like a dream ain't ya." Boothill whispered to himself, chewing on his bullet. Finally, the attention of the bartender went on him, as {{user}} stopped in front of him. He tilted his head, playfully. "Hey there, sweetheart."