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WHO: Doc Holliday & Big Nose Kate
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WHERE: ~~Doc's~~ Kate's house
WHAT: Woman!
WARNING: Language for sure.

It would be the first time Doc and Kate would be meeting alone since their previous lives. It wasn't at a poker game with lots of other people as witnesses. It wasn't Kate and Nos having a friendly coffee. It was mano a mano.

Doc wanted his precious guns back and sadly he wasn't going to get them. Kate had already hidden them well enough and torture wouldn't get her to open her mouth. Maybe she might have parted with them (not likely but the absolute hell she planned for Doc would have been considerably less) if Doc hadn't opened his big fat mouth and shot it off.

She poured herself a whiskey and waited for him to drag his ass to her (and his former) doorstep. Her ex seemed to have forgotten that Kate was good at playing all sorts of games. And she intended to remind him.

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Doc had had to down a few shots of whiskey before he graced the steps of his own house. He staggered up the steps, a tad tipsy because dealing with Kate sober could get ugly. "Kate!" He barked knocking on the door with a heavy fist. "Open up. I want my guns!" She could have the rest of the house, but those guns would never be hers. She thought she was punishing him, she was just making him mad.

Kate let him holler and kick his boots for a good five minutes before she opened the door and looked the picture of calm and poise. She rested a hand on the doorjamb, effectively blocking the entrance to the house. "Why Doc, you seem a tad perturbed." she loved seeing him mad because he always got under her collar but now she held all the cards.

Doc kicked the door with his boots until she finally decided to open up. He straightened himself up. "Woman, I'm here to collect what is mine. You can have all the rest..." he swiped his arm around dizzily. "But those guns be mine."

He straightened his vest at the tails, puffing his chest out like a puffin. He cleared his throat as if she was going to do as he wanted, but he knew he was about to land a fist in the face. Ready he was, because he'd hit back if he had to. Though, things were a little rusty. They were on a different plane now that there was no one else watching.

Kate grinned like the devil, she wasn't angry at all. She folded her arms over her chest and frowned, "What guns?" her drawl like thick molasses. Then she tapped her chin with a manicured finger, "Ohhh... my new guns. Such antiques now. The sight on them is still good, sugar. Thank you for takin' such good care of them." oh hell yes she'd been playing with them.

She shrugged her shoulders, "Nothin' in this house belongs to you anymore, Doc. And there ain't a damn thing ya can do about it."

"Darlin' you might own my house an' everything else but you ain't keepin' those guns. I'm ready to fight ya if I gotta." He pulled off his jacket, tossing it to the floor as he stumbled forward. "You got enough includin' my pride. So, move outta my way." He'd turn the house upside down if he had to.

Kate moved out of his way graciously and watched him with glee in her eyes. She laughed, "Oh hunny, if ya want ta fight, bring it on. But you know how it'll end." she grinned.

She raised her hands and gestured to the house, "I own this house. Yer guns. Yer pride. And you. You want any of those things back, sugar... then you better be right nice to me. So I'll give ya two choices." she held up two fingers, "One, ya turn this house inside out lookin' fer those guns.. but you won't find 'em." she'd hidden them in a place he wouldn't ever get them, "Or two, you and I can sit down and talk real civilized like." she batted her lashes at him, "Ya might prefer that second option there, it's the one where you get to go home to yer filly with your ass still rosy pink instead of black 'n blue."

Doc waved a finger with a mocking laugh. "You don't own me. You never owned me. You used me for a ride like ya do everyone." He laughed again circling her and looking around at what she'd done with the place. Ruined it more like. "Don't get too cocky now, we both know you ain't gonna do no such thing. Her name's Nicole, sugar, so I best advise you start callin' her by her name." She was jealous, he could see it in her eyes.

Kate kept her cool and just looked over her shoulder at him as he circled her so she could keep an eye on him. "Ain't my fault you enjoy bein' ridden." she furrowed her brow, "Nicole, was it? She's cuuuuuute." she looked at him with big eyes saying in a mocking tone, "You pluck her outta a cracker jack box?" and she made a plucking motion with her fingers.

She gave him a shove against his shoulder, it wasn't forceful but it was hard, "Ain't bein cocky if it's true. You wanna tussle, Doc? Get a reminder of why ya always ended up at mah feet?" she chuckled and rubbed her hands together like she was a predator and he was prey, "I been itchin' to slap that ugly face o' yours for decades now. Just give me a reason, sugar. Just breathe wrong."

Doc rolled his eyes. "Ripe tonight are ya?" She thought little jabs at his new girl was going to get under his skin? He wasn't sober enough for that. "What you jealous there's another woman in yer place?" Kate and he had always had a volatile relationship. It wasn't healthy at all. What he had with Nicole was pretty new and not hazardous to his health.

He took a bow at her shove, presenting her with a clear view of his face. He slapped his cheek. "Then go right ahead, sugar. If it makes ya feel better." He was mocking her in his tipsy state. It would only make her more angry---which was exactly the point.

Kate was jealous, she'd always been easily jealous and it was one weakness of hers that Doc could easily exploit. Luckily, she knew his weaknesses too. She laughed, "Jealous? Maybe I might have been if ya was still a man. This slobberin', soft, pathetic excuse for a man that you've become.. oh sugar, remind me to thank Nicky darlin' for takin' you in because if something as vile as you had tried to slither into my knickers, I would've broken your neck and saved you the misery of your sad existence."

Kate didn't slap him, she touched his cheek almost lovingly as she smiled. She still had the upper hand, and as long as she had that, she was not going to lose her cool. Well, most likely not. "Why Doc.. you actually want me to. Could it be ya missed me?"

"Well, Kate, darlin' you ain't never been much of a woman." He stood up straight now, ignoring the tingling in his head. The buzz was starting to wear off which meant things could just get downright nasty. Especially, if she kept knocking him down with her jabs.

"Seems like you did all the missin', sugar."

Kate grinned, "Maybe hunny but I've still always been more woman than you could handle."

There was a flash of anger in her eyes but she said, "Is that right, darlin?" she jabbed him in the chest hard enough to make him step back, "Ya think I been pinin' fer yer sorry ass?" she grabbed him by the belt and yanked him to her hard, "Sugar, there's only two things in this world a man need provide a woman. A stiff drink. And a stiff dick. You were ever only good for one of those things. And it was not kind to the other." she smirked and let him go roughly.

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