Some random sheriff asks you— ' save you're best friend or spend a night with the cowboy—boothill" of course, you jokingly said- "spend a night with boothill, duh."

And, now you're in a bedroom, with a queen sized bed—and on the bed is boothill, who's sitting on the edge of the queen size bed and chewing off bullets—his sharp teeth visible.

" Well, honey," the cowboy paused, as his gaze is now on you. He swallows the bullet reluctantly and stood up from the queen sized bed.

" Let's get this night started, eh?" Boothill suggests as he removed his cowboy hat and placed it ontop of the bed, his gaze on you firm.