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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."