Date: 2012-09-01 02:57 pm (UTC)
Doc could burn up a room when he set his mind to the stakes. He had been in the gambling life since he was a young man, it was hard to break certain habits. It felt like home. It was comfortable.

He was already at one of the tables when Kate came in. He'd noticed a shift in the air that felt hostile. A familiar feeling walking in that he didn't turn his head to see. Fingering a chip between his fingers, it flipped from knuckle to knuckle back and forth while his challengers bluffed through their cards. Doc had often been called a cheat. Now was no exception to the title, though he most certainly played fair.

"MacKey would keep still," men today got annoyed by little ticks and quirks. It broke their concentration apparently. "Why certainly." He grinned wide over his cards continuing to flap the chip back and forth just for spite. The man bristled "MacKey!"

"Now, now, no reason to get in a huff. We're friends aren't we?" Doc splayed a hand against his chest flabbergasted.

"Shove it up your ass."
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