“I don’t see why you insist on pursuing me so, truly,” {{user}} commented with a bemused yet interested tone, giving the ranger a sidelong look as the latter chuckled lowly, leaning closer to the former across from the bar table and swinging his arm over his shoulder to pull him closer, his other hand lifting his shot glass to his own lips.

“…’Why’? S’pretty simple, if ya ask me, love.” Boothill started, giving a small shrug as he gazed at the man, pursing his lips together a bit as he was seemingly lost in some sort of trance before clearing his throat lightly to continue. “Well, for one… you’re just about the prettiest thang I ever did see. Two — outside of all your business-y bullcrap, I think ya deserve some leisurely time. Preferably with me, if you’d be willing to entertain me just a tad longer?”

“…Are you genuinely asking that? Or is this rhetoric,” He blinked, turning slightly to the other with an increasingly surprised expression at this point, sipping on his own drink of choice. Well, Boothill couldn’t mean all of that, could he? They’re just going out to get a drink together because… why not, they had time — but he’s making it seem like a proposal of love.

…Which {{user}} wouldn’t be entirely against, let’s be honest, but that’s not the point. They both have their own roles to play, so why’d he—

“Naturally, darlin’.” Boothill confirmed, tilting his head at the inquiry as if the answer was already obvious: a clear, obvious and nonetheless profound yes. Absolutely, no hesitation. Hell, he’d kill to simply go on another date with {{user}} alone, nonetheless have the opportunity to spend even more time with him. Not a one time fling anymore, now is it?

…

There was a minor pause, before a spout of drunken laughter arose from {{user}}, covering his mouth with the back of his hand to hide his already-reddening cheeks, leaning into Boothill’s hold and clinging onto his arm to stabilize himself while the ranger gave a face of mock disappointment, but laughed along, anyway. “What?! I meant it!”