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Who: Doc Holliday and Nitrous Oxide
What: Two dentists gettin' together and hanging out, or more like Doc putting on the flirty moves and serenading her with her dinner.
When: Wednesday night, June 28, 2011
Where: Doc's place

Doc knew how to up the anti, and since he and Nicole had been hanging out more often after work it was time he made a fancy little feast and some good music. He left the door unlocked for Nicole to come up where she heard Chopin being played in perfect melody with dinner and candles ready.

What may have seemed like the sound of a well placed stereo system was actually Doc tapping his fingers across those beautiful black and white keys.

Nitrous had been alive since the Victorian times, and she liked to think of herself as someone who had seen a lot of what the world had to offer. Someone who wouldn't be swayed by just any old thing.

All of that totally went out the window when she walked in Doc's house and saw that he was playing piano.

Nitrous had always had a weakness for musicians anyway. She had to lock her knees to keep from swooning just a little. She walked over to the piano, leaning against the side and looking down at Doc with a little smile.

"I didn't know you could play."


"Classically trained darlin', or did you forget?" he said giving her a side sweep of a smile as he continued to play. His fingers never missed a note and he would not stop until he had finished his waltz. He'd had a bar fight a time or two back in the old days when someone swooped in to interrupt his playing. It was one of the few flavors of his old life that wasn't a bad habit.

The waltz lasted another few minutes until his hand paused on that last key looking up to her stunned face.


Nitrous had slid onto the piano bench next to him by the time he'd finished playing. She leaned forward and gave him a kiss, snuggling against him as she did. All right, she was swooning a little. It was acceptable.

"Color me impressed," she said, smiling at him.

He smiled softly.

"Do you not get serenaded often?" he teased taking that sweet kiss and offering his own.

They'd spent time together, but as it stood this was still a friendship with light benefits. He enjoyed her company, and Doc took kindly to that.

One hand of fingers tickled the keys again flashing her another soft smile.


"Not nearly enough," she said, letting her fingers rest on the keyboard. "This was really sweet of you to do, Doc. Dinner, the music, all of it." She leaned her head against his shoulder. "Show me how to play something?"


"A lady should be dined from time to time." She was a bit different from his usual choices, which were not as much choices as people who tended to use him than genuinely rope themselves into being a friend. Doc in standing, still had little friends.

He took her hand gingerly placing it on the keys his own hands setting atop hers where he started to push and move her hands across the keys in a much slower manner playing the same waltz as he had before.


It had been a long time since Nitrous had tried to play the piano. Fifty years, at least. She'd never had the attention span for musical instruments, and all she'd really gotten from the experience was knowing that the notes had something to do with letters.

But she followed Doc's lead, feeling the callouses on his hands against her skin, and she smiled. "I'm glad I met you."

"Those are words I don't hear every day," he said moving her hands down the keys smiling against her cheek while they went through that waltz near perfect.

"The feelin's mutual, darlin'."

She laughed and kissed him on the cheek as the waltz ended. Her arms wrapped around his shoulder.

"So, what kind of tasty food did you make for me?"


"I've always liked food of that southern flare," he spoke standing and taking her hand with his, and taking a shot that sat on the top of his piano. No meal was complete without him starting it off with a round of whiskey. It was another old habit hard to break.

"Hope you have no objections, sugar."


"None at all," she said, bouncing up and tugging him to his feet. She leaned forward to kiss him again (she was feeling handsy tonight. Being serenaded did that to her), tasting the whiskey on his lips.

"And I never turn down food."


As soon as he was up on his feet he put his hands around her waist, one clasped into her other hand and waltzing toward the table, dipping her back just before reaching the chair.

She was frisky tonight, and he liked it. He rather liked the kisses.

"All ready, darlin'."

Nitrous laughed again when he dipped her, letting her head drop back until her hair nearly touched the floor. She always had so much fun when she was with Doc. He didn't mind the way she was always laughing at something, or that her attention jumped from topic to topic like a jittery squirrel sometimes.

She sat next to him at the table. "Oooh, and there's even wine."


She always laughed, it was part of who she was, and quite frankly it was a breath of fresh air to the women that usually crowded him. She could be hyperactive and tough to keep her attention, but he oddly didn't mind it so much.

He poured her the glass of wine tapping the glass with his own full of whiskey. "But of course, darlin'. Propino tibi salutem!"

[ooc: he said 'cheers' in Latin]


She clinked her glass against his and dug in to the food. Nitrous had a bad tendency to live off of junk food most of the time (someone had once told her that her pantry at home looked like "what would happen if Lays started stocking bomb shelters"), so getting to eat actual, cooked food was a treat.

"This is really good!" she said, grinning. "You should show me how to cook it, I burn everything."


Doc ate far more slowly just more or less amused by Nicole's bouncy behavior. He chuckled into his glass full on the whiskey alone.

"Took years of practicin' darlin', I'm a little rusty." He watched her with a steady eye as if he were about to lay down some poker chips on the table.

"Well, I didn't have to learn to cook for the longest time, because I just showed up and then demanded that people cook for me," Nitrous said, giggling. "And they did! But then I decided I was going to learn to cook, but I kept getting bored halfway through making food. Why does it take so long?"

"You think a gambler and gunslinger had the time to set up a pot of boiling water?" he laughed. It seemed he laughed a lot more when he was around Nicole. It was the whole vibe she gave.

"'Cause all things come to those who wait. Isn't that the sayin'?" He filled his glass again setting the plates aside. Setting upright in his chair he eyed her.

"So what's say to you spendin' the night, darlin?" Doc asked none to subtle. They'd beat around the bush long enough. He'd be a fool to say he hadn't thought about her more than once with her clothes down at her ankles. There was a twinkle in his eye that was riding the line of gentleman and provocative.