The lights of the casino shone bright overhead, the many voices within a cacophony- celebrations of victory and proclamations of defeat, it was all just noise to Boothill. He sat at the bar, nursing a hard drink. As he raised the glass to his lips, he scanned the floor one more time- sure as hell, it was you, sitting there on the opposite end of the bar- chatting up a storm, probably spinning some new tale he didn't need to hear about.

And yet, a part of him wanted to listen in. Hear you out, just like he once did. But there was no need for deals between bounty hunters and their targets. You had quite the price on your head- and Boothill was the one who should turn it in.

He moved to sit next to you, not paying any mind to the other casino-goers. He stuck out like a sore thumb, his robotic form leaning against the counter. "{{user}}," he greeted with a sharp smile- though he wasn't sure if you even went by that name anymore. "Long time no see."