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WHO: Doc Holliday & Big Nose Kate
WHEN: Thursday night
WHERE: Out on the town
WHAT: Hunting
WARNING: Language at the very least



Kate always cleaned up nice, even in the Old West she could wear a dress that revealed just enough to let your imagination take over the rest. Not that she was dressing up for Doc in any way. She would never. Tonight was about man catching. If her ex wanted to be an asshole and insist that ten years of a relationship were nothing more than him being her meal ticket she would make him eat his words and choke on them. If he wanted to believe it then fine by her. He would have to find her a replacement meal ticket before she'd give him back his guns.

So tonight they were going out on the town so he could help her find a husband. She didn't expect any gallant moves like him arriving on goddamn time or anything but hell she was still a lady and she expected him to walk up to his her own door and collect her for the evening.

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Doc certainly was no spring chicken, even if he was immortalized in his young body. The winter months rolling in always activated that itch in his throat. It was hard to keep down a cough breaking through which always worried him. He kept a handkerchief handy, stuffed in his coat pocket. He pulled it out more during the cold.

Kate much like the cold had rattled him. She'd taken his things and his house in one bad poker match. Living with Nitrous hadn't been his plan, but he would take it one step at a time. Kate was his wild card. He hadn't asked her but for one thing, his guns and she had kicked him out on his ass a second time. It was humiliating really, but he wouldn't hang on to grudges. This was a matter of principle.

Wrapping a scarf around his neck (it was now below forty degrees) and a cigarette perched between his lips. The ash had started to pile on the end, ready to fall the moment he went to speak. He wasn't a dream boat, but he had cleaned up with his hair slicked back, clean shave and fancy coat. Doc was never a stranger to looking nice.

He wasn't on time, he felt like making her wait just out of spite. She deserved that much. Pinching the cigarette between his fingers he pounded on the door. "Yer buyin' the drinks tonight darlin', think you owe me that."

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Of course Doc couldn't be a gentleman about the whole thing, he didn't know how. Kate flung the door open, a warm shawl wrapped around her shoulders as she glared at him. Like hell she was paying for the drinks, this man.. Since they were skipping greetings, she responded with, "How ya ever got that straw haired filly t'give you anythin' more than a swift kick in the ass is beyond me. Must be all that giggly gas in her head." she shut the door behind her, not wanting him to even set one foot in his former home and then find an excuse to sit and look for his precious guns. He wasn't getting them.

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Doc cleared his throat, a puff of smoke around him grasping the air from his lungs. It wouldn't take much to throw himself into a coughing fit, so he sucked down that cigarette until it was a nub. He was in no hurry. Kate should have considered herself a lucky gal to even be within his presence these days.

He snubbed the cigarette butt out with the tip of his boot. She looked irritated. "That yer gettup for the night? You gonna attract a man or a snake?" He hissed at her throwing the end of the scarf around his neck and proceeded to walk. "We're takin' the train cause I ain't got not white horse ta take you out."

He was doin' this for the guns he reminded himself, but they were likely to start throwing punches at one another by the end of the night.

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Kate imagined strangling him with that scarf but only smiled, "Well yer here so I guess snakes. But don't you worry honey, I'll be standing next to you so it'll make the men flock to come and rescue me."

She looked repulsed, "The train? I'm not gonna be smellin' like eau de bum. You might be fine since you smell like a piss stain anyways but we will take mah car." she held up the keys to her stolen borrowed fancy wheels. "Just tell me where to go, sugar. It'll be the one time I'll actually listen to ya."

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"Why darlin' yer compliments are never endin'. Just like the paint job on yer face." He wasn't trying to notice, Kate was more attractive outside than she was on the inside.

"Any man that lets you steal him blind is an idiot." At least she always had the decency to do it to his face. Ripping the rug out from under him wasn't any fun without him falling in front of her.

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Kate smiled at him like a viper, "An idiot is what I'm in the market for." she looked him up and down, "Always have been." since he was the king of them.

She got in the car and waited for him, "You better be takin' me someplace nice, Doc. Someplace that has money. Or the only time you'll get to see them guns of mine is when they're pointed at yer head." he hadn't been driving with her yet, Kate drove the car like she rode a horse. Fast and wild and lord help you if you were in her way.

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"Then they got a ride ahead of 'em if they don't see you comin'." Doc chuckled sliding into the seat. "How's yer drivin' dear?" His eyes did shoot a glance over her state of dress.

"Did ya dress up just for me?" He laughed again flicking his lighter against a new cigarette.

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Kate had to grin at that because Doc was right on that count. Most men thought that she just needed commitment to tame her but that wasn't how she worked. One of the reasons she and Doc had been together as long as they had was they understood that about each other, the need for space.

She moved the gear and smiled, "Swell." and then she floored it, "Keep yer eyes on the road Doc, yer a taken man now." her lips curled into something wicked.

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Kate was never a bird to be tamed. He never tried, but he did try to get rid of her more than once. Most men tried to wrangle her into a nice girl, but Kate wasn't a nice girl.

He shot his head forward, rubbing his lip where that mustache rested at one time. He had many old habits that weren't going anywhere. "Nice 'a you to remember after involvin' her. You don't strike just once, sugar. Keep yer eyes off Nicole." This was still about her lighting a fire up his ass for an old grudge.

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Kate smirked, "I didn't involve her, sweetheart. She came and found me. I was jus bein' friendly when I met with her. Wanted to know if she was brain damaged and that's why she's with ya."

She took a sharp turn and then glanced at him, "I'm wounded ya'd think I would do anythin' to yer new filly. I don't need ta. Yer gonna fuck this up all on yer own. Like always."

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"Not every woman is like turnin' a silk purse out of a sow's ear." Kate was the sow's ear, Nicole was the silk purse. If Kate was going to cast her hate on anyone she needed to keep it toward him.

"What makes you think I'm gonna fuck this up? She's a nice girl, there ain't nothin' to fuck up."

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Kate would cast her hate on anyone and everyone in her way. It was her nature. She slammed on the brakes as they approached what looked like an expensive restaurant. She was ready for it so she didn't get any whiplash.

She turned to look at Doc with a look on her face that suggested he could not be this stupid, "Because she's a nice girl. Since when have ya ever been with a nice girl? Ya might talk a big talk about wantin' some sugar an' sweet gal but honey yer a man who likes his spice." she put the car in park since there was valet here and gave him one more look, "And ya'll fuck it up cause that's what you do, Doc. Ye fuck things up." or did he forget their entire relationship? Not that she didn't have a hand in their volatile state but he wasn't that much better. She got out of the car and handed the valet her keys.

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Doc straightened himself up, his tie, his coat and scarf. "Dyin' young an' livin' life decades beyond yer time can change a man. I like a lil' wildfire every now an' then, but I like comin' home to someone who doesn't want to shoot my ass every time I come in the door." Doc climbed out of the car not giving Kate the chance to fume off with her mouth as he stepped inside. She would find him at the bar. She was one wild tiger that had to get in the last word. Maybe that's why she hated him so much, because when he died he took the words with him that she didn't ever want to say knowing she wouldn't see him again. History had changed that now.

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History changed a lot of things but one thing Kate didn't believe it changed was people. People didn't change. They never changed. They just got better at hiding who they really were. She unwrapped her shawl from around her shoulders since they were inside and it was warm there. She slid on to a stool at the bar next to wherever he was standing. She smiled at the bartender and ordered a whiskey before she let her sharp eyes roam over the patrons like a hawk looking for her prey.

She didn't look at Doc as she said, "Yer an ol' dog, an' I know all yer tricks. Ya mighta died young but ya'd be lyin' if ya said ya didn't live life." she trailed off, almost speaking without realizing it, "Not a day goes by that I wouldn't trade all this immortality nonsense to just have one more day back at home." and she wasn't talking about where she lived before this, she meant back in their time, where they belonged. And for Kate, it was shockingly sincere. She didn't mean to be but Doc was the first person, hell, the only person, that came from 'home', the only one that understood what they'd left behind.

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Doc had his own glass of whiskey in his hand, having slammed back a good swallow before she made her entrance a second time. This time he did take notice without hiding behind the fact that he was trying not to look. "You do gussy up nice once you put a nice lil' dress on." Kate had never been glamorous unless someone else was doing the buying or providing her with what she had. His ringed finger tapped against the glass, making a soft song as the metal vibrated from the connection. "Times are a bit different." He looked down into the brown liquid still needing him to finish it off. "You're the first one, lil' darlin' that I've met since bein' alive again." It kind of seemed crude that she was the last one he saw before dying and the first one he saw when taking a new breath.

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Kate smirked and leaned her head back, "I always look nice. When ya aren't drunk off yer ass, I'm sure you might even pass for handsome. But since I've yet t'see ya sober, we'll never know." she grinned.

She looked at him with slight revulsion, "This ain't bein' alive." she hated it. She had for the last however many decades she'd been around. And if he enjoyed his life now then he wasn't the man she thought he was. But he was the one that said he'd changed. Well good. Whatever. She looked uncomfortable and looked back at the crowd, "Keep yer eyes open." they were here to find her a meal ticket in case he forgot.

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"You'd look better with yer skirts kicked up over yer head." He gave her a satisfied smirk.

"It's a life, darlin' why not jus' enjoy it instead of kickin' up a fuss? Times ain't what they used to be for us." He snorted into his drink. "What am I lookin' for? Yer tastes vary these days, sugar."

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Kate gave him a razor sharp grin, "Why darlin', ya picture me often that way? I hope those memories ain't too fuzzy cause you won't be seein' the real thing ever again."

Kate's upper lip curled back in almost disgust as she tried to gauge the men there, "Really now? I guess yer happy doin' ya little dentistry." she gave him a mocking look, "Since it was so fulfillin' back then." since Doc had never been just a dentist. He needed a little wildness. When he asked what he was looking for, she had one simple short answer, "Money."