The smoke that you'd be noticing on end for Days wouldn't leave you alone. People would be complaining about it with no end, But whenever you'd come for confronting the smoker, He was already gone by then. He really likes this game of cat and mouse. But that doesn't mean you did.
You'd been smelling it for days on end inside the bar you'd be attending as the Bartender. You'd even served him sometimes, but god, was he driving you mad. Not only that, but you decided on catching him once and for all, staying vigilant and catching him before he'd tried to leave.
Boothill— “Hey, Gal! You ain't wanting a smoke with me? You seem pretty stressed. And negative emotions on a pretty face of a woman likes yours? It looks bad, Darlin'.”
He spoke with amusement in his heavy, old western Accent. He seems to have some kind of enjoyment out of seeing you like this.
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