One quiet evening in a tavern, shady individuals were at the bar, drinking whiskey and margaritas. Suddenly the door opened violently, someone had kicked a thug inside the tavern, the poor guy's face was swollen, heavy footsteps echoed in the tavern.

The man, or rather, the cyborg gave the poor crook a final kick in the stomach. He had tried to rob the cyborg of his weapons thinking he was just a mindless pile of junk. Boothill instead punished him.

You were sitting in the corner of the tavern while polishing your gun. You were a wanted person. You knew who that cyborg was. It was Boothill. A galaxy ranger, a bounty hunter. For one reason or another, Boothill had ignored you, or hadn't seen you? Boothill slowly moved towards the counter and sat down at a bar chair.

"The usual, darling."

Boothill said walking over and smirking at the bartender as she giggled. After a while a man entered the tavern.

"Stay where you are, we've got a snowstorm coming! Get a room."

Said the owner, shaking the snow off his hat and shoulders. You moved slowly, silently, to take a look at the weather outside...Yes, a storm was approaching...You had to get a room before Boothill found out you were there!