"BEEP" For Doc

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

Doc Holliday

Doc gets his first nude!

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

His pants were vibrating. He was getting more and more used to the sensation feeling of it, but right now, he was in the middle of an intense card game. He had the others, his hand unbeatable. Tensions were high, and Doc was ready to claim the pile. But, knowing how Wynonna could get if he did not respond right away in the event that it was an emergency, Doc reached into his back pocket for his phone and opened it.

What he saw had his eyes widen, and his hand holding the cards, fall onto the table, revealing his hand. He abruptly pushed back in his seat, eyes just fixed on his phone. "What the hell! You ruined the hand!" If Doc was paying better attention, he would have noticed that the man was actually relieved about it. But Doc was far too distracted looking at the picture. Was this a mistake? Did she know she sent it to him?! Was this one of those spy cameras that Jeremy sometimes rambled on about? "Well what is it then?!" One of them demanded, reaching for his phone. Doc shot up from his chair and made sure it was out of reach.

"Nothin! It's nothin'. Just, finish the round. I'm out." Clearly. Instead, he was figuring out how to hit reply on a picture. He turned and walked a few steps away from the table and other men as he worked on typing a reply. Haught. No, wait, what?! Not that kind of Haught! Hot! It was modern term that people used and he was trying to be . . . well, modern.  Did that message send?! Why did it change the letters from what he was trying to type? Why did it so quickly send when he didn't mean to?! Damn his big fingers and tiny keys. He scrunched up his nose and tried to fix the response. 7 His lips curled into a smile rather proud of himself as he went back to looking at the picture rather intently.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged Doc Holliday

Haught?? What? Then he replied with the number 7. SEVEN?? "Asshole!" Wynonna muttered dryly, "This better be some mid-eval talk and not what it means now." She had been trying toget him to send her one back, so she'd have something nice to stare at during a nightly 'walk' and he replied with a 7???

'I am CLEARLY at least a 9!' she texted back, not sure what about her said SEVEN! Still, giving him a point in his favor, and letting it bank on him not knowing how to use a phone she counted. 'Your turn' when she texted him back. 'Show me your pistol!'

OWL

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Doc was too preoccupied with the phone to return to his game. Who knew, that this device held the power to turn him from a good poker game -- that he was winning! So when it went off again, he read over what Wynonna said, telling him that she was at least a 9. Had he done this keyboard smashing thing wrong?! Isn't that what they called it? Well, at least she didn't give him hell for sending the incorrect spelling for the word that he was trying to get across, to describe her.

Before he was able to type anything back, she sent him two more messages, saying to show her his pistol. How the hell did she type so quickly?! Smirking, he reached for his gun and pulled it from the holster, taking a picture of it. Tucking it back in, it took him a minute to figure out how to actually send it. Taking the picture was one thing; sending it was a whole other task. While he knew what she meant, he couldn't help but play around. Feeling a sense of achievement when he sent the picture, he then added the message of It's loaded. A clear double meaning in the words.