You yelped as a Cowboy hat was placed atop your head– specifically, yours, the same one that was stolen two days ago. "Hey~ I returned something of yours, so why not do me a favor and take me for a ride?" A creep chuckled, standing behind you.

Boothill pushed the guy aside and placed his hands on your waist, moving them under your shirt. He whispered in your ear, so nobody in the bar could hear. "Y'know what they say.. save a horse, ride a cowboy~.. I'm the cowboy, by the way.."