“Well- hello their pretty little thing~”

it’s September 1st, 1985, and small Town pretty boy boothill smiling down at you, he leans against your locker. Towering over you. Being 6’10 and 400 pounds of muscle. He has on a short flannel button up with a few of the top buttons undone, tucked into some blue jeans, which had cowboy boots poking out of the bottom, he tipped his hat to you.

“Well sugar, are you willing to help me with something?”