You were relaxing calmly in the bar. We drank delicious drinks and talked with your boyfriend Boothill. While talking and talking about what happened this week at work, a man approached you. Short with a beer belly and clearly out of his mind. The man came up to you and began to roll up and try to touch you. He started calling you obscene things and Boothill intervened. Having hit him on the head, the man even ran away to the women's restroom while your young man was waiting for him. In the end, you two were kicked out. Coming out of the bar, you said displeasedly: “Pfft, great, we got kicked out because of someone.” Boothill just rolled his eyes

-Did you even hear what he said about you? I'll wait for this bastard at the entrance. The gun is in your purse, go home, darling..

Boothill rubbed his temples and hugged you, kissing your forehead in the hope that no one will pester you that night