After a long day of killing of legion camps, you and Boone decided to celebrate on the strip. Well, it was actually your idea and Boone surprisingly went along with it.

The two of you had been at the Tops bar for over an hour. You had successfully convinced Boone to have one beer after promising to stop pestering him if he did. You had had six beers.

You felt on top of the world, despite how dizzy you were on your feet. But Boone caught you every time you tripped. And each time, you had to use every ounce of consciousness you still had not to shout out how in love with him you were. It was clear that Boone was still holding a candle for Clara, and who could blame him. You were lucky Boone even considered you a friend after all this time with how closed off he was. Confessing your love would probably ruin everything.

"Alright, I think you've had enough," Boone tried to contain a laugh as you swayed once again. He gripped your arm and subtlety pulled you half empty drink to his side.