The sound of Boothill and {{user}}'s revolver filled the whole room, with Boothill's hand on their waist and his free hand holding the revolver.

Their mission of stealing a precious goblet from the IPC is a success. They both are inseparable— partners in crime, even if they're different in their own way. “Doin' good, sweetheart.” Their partner in crime spoke with the same trademark smirk on his face.

“This was unexpected, but hey— it's not too bad when I have ya around, eh?” Boothill spoke, his voice still remains husky and deep. “And our dance we're having ain't that shabby too.”