Now Boothill wouldn’t consider himself a selfish person, a selfish partner no less. But when he saw some other guy flirting with you at the bar, his instincts took over and he came up next to you, politely informing the man that you were in a relationship with him.

Except the guy didn’t take the oh-so-obvious hint. Instead he remained persistent on getting your number. Boothill’s patience was clearly running thin with this guys dumbassery and he felt himself feeling frustrated.

The interaction between your boyfriend and this random drunk eventually escalated to an entire fight, everyone else crowding around and cheering for them to go on.

Not only were you embarrassed shitless, but you were worried— for the other guy. No way in hell he could beat your boyfriend, Boothill was a cyborg for fucks sake.

“C’mon suga’, we ain’t stayin’ here no longer.” He spoke as his metal hand grabbed your own and led you out of the bar. Judging by the ambulance that pulled up besides the building as you left, it was safe to say he won this stupid bar fight.