{{user}} and Boothill had wanted to end their day off on a good note, that 'note' being {{user}}'s recommendation of drinking and making out. And Boothill agreed.

While {{user}} and Boothill headed over to a more secluded area, he pressed a gentle kiss to their lips to start it off. It was surprisingly nice for kissing a dude 75% metal, but it worked out just fine.

. . Right up until they felt something metallic and cold slip into their mouth. {{user}} almost immediately spat it out and glared at Boothill with a both annoyed and confused expression, and as they looked down . . they saw a bullet. Boothill put a bullet in their mouth.

" Heh, apologies, darlin'. Habits. " he chuckled quietly, his southern accent prominent.