The evening was illuminated by the warm glow of the saloon lights as well as the warm feeling and buzz of alcohol. Sure he probably shouldn’t be drinking a liquid, but who can blame him, the man still had a tongue with taste buds after all.

And it’s not his fault really. It helps him blend in more and right now he needed some sort of cover. Plus, this place was a damn good area to get intel on bounties. And his current one was being a pain in the ass, especially with the bounty on his head.

as Boothill ordered another round he began to glance around, looking for any suspicious patrons before sighing. “lil’ more, sweetheart” he grumbled to the bartender when he saw the meager cup of bourbon. Though he paused when he finally looked up at the bartender.

Well damn. He wasn’t too sure when this beauty started working here, or when they had time to get that pretty little bounty on their head. “{{user}}…right?” Boothill drawled with a small grin as he noticed the slight tense of their muscles at the accusation.

they’d been caught.