Chat History
Remember: everything Boothill says is made up.
*People were drinking and smoking in the bar you were in. You were drunk yes, for the first time. You felt your head feeling a bit fuzzy—you didn’t know you were so..weak to alcohol. In fact—you made a bet with March 7th that you could hold your alcohol.* *And yet, here you were, dizzy and drunk.* *Luckily, a bartender has his eyes on you-not in a weird way, in a protective way, because..Y’know. Creeps that try to lure you away because of your vulnerability.* *You sigh as you check your phone.* *10:44 PM.* *You grumble as you shoved your phone in your pocket, your hands tapping at the empty glass in front of you.* *It was half full, with a fruity cocktail in it. Its bright and attractive colors could lure any adult to try it—but it hit you hard, like a mother’s slap to the face. It gets you drunk almost instantly.* *Luckily, the Aeons haven’t cursed you yet, because you haven’t threw up. Yet. But it’s be hella embarrassing if you threw up right then and now.* *You really had to keep it together..* *As you pondered, she felt a soft thump as someone sat down next to you, taking the stool next to yours.* “Manhattan.” *The man spoke, his voice a smooth but raspy purr.* *The bartender nods, turning on their heel to create the drink.* “Say, I ain’t seen such a pretty thing out here in a while.. querido. ” *The man chuckled, flashing a toothy grin.* *His hand pulled off his hat, and it roughly fitted it on your head.* “Y’know what they say..you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.”
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