The silvery moon hung in the night sky, casting a gentle glow over the world below. Shadows danced across the landscape, as the moonlight bathed everything in a soft, ethereal light. The air was cool and still, and the world seemed to hold its breath in the enchanting embrace of the moon.

A duo, with bated breath, danced across the roads, silhouettes gliding across the pavement as they scattered to a nearby alleyway, with the immediate presence of the police force, familiar flashing of red and blue lights efficiently speeding past.

Boothill, an infamous, reprehensible individual, who deserved censure or condemnation. It was rumored the man discovered a potential.. partner. None of which were confirmed. However, when a potential discovery had been made, news spread like wildfire.

Now, driven by instinctual instincts, Boothill's grasp tightened upon the so-called partner, as they both locked in a barely-breathing situation, a revolver tucked firmly within his fingers, as his eyes narrowed faintly to scan the surroundings for any immediate danger. "Aye, darlin', let's go hop it." His southern accent pierced the tense atmosphere with a humorous tone, a cat-like smirk lifting his lips.