Male Box

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

Wav said good night, and Wynonna gave over toned a "Yeah," that promised she was going to think about what Wav said without thinking about what she said. Sitting there by the fire, Wynonna watched him finish the mail box. She wasn't used to to people doing things for her, and she wasn't sure how she felt about his weird ass need to dress and talk like a cow boy groupie--but there was something guinune about it so it didn't get on her nerves like she thought it would.

Once she heard the door shut, Wynonna pushed up from the seat, leaving the blanket where it was. Walking lazily toward him she leaned on the mailbox he was still working to fit into place, not really thinking or caring that it might topple over and she'd undo all his work. "Looks good," she said, just as the whole thing leaned toward the right. Standing up she pulled it back with her, and ignored it. "I think it just needs to get nailed," she said, laughing at her own joke, and waiting for him to laugh too.

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

The number of times this confounded piece of trash fell over was impossible to recount. Perhaps comparable to the number of curses Henry had made quietly under his breath. Though he knew his actions of kicking it were far from subtle. Especially with the Earp ladies watching him. There was a great deal that he had to learn about this . . . modern age. The way people spoke, the way they dressed . . . so much was different. And while that was to be expected, it made it no less overwhelming.

Stopping his work as he noticed Wynonna approach, Doc reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a smoke, along with a lighter. He didn't fail to notice the way she leaned on it . . . and the way it leaned with her. Confounded contraption indeed! "Why thank you," he said with a half smile when she complimented his work, though his response holding a flirtation teasingly suggesting she was referring to something else. "As you can tell, a skilled handyman, I am not." Gunslinger, yes. Poker expert, indeed. But apparently, putting up a mailbox was far harder than it looked. "It should hold though. Provided no one shoots it down for a while." Another tease. Clearly, her joke had gone right over his head.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

Wow he was committed to this cowboy thing. Fan boy he is. Wait that was yoda. When he didn't laugh at her joke, she pressed her lips, not in annoyance really but--She was funny! Why didn't people laugh at her more? WITH her more. Whatever, they both happened. "Maybe you just need practice nailing things," She joked, in a tone that sounded more teenage boy then 27 year old woman. Once again trying to steer the conversation toward shacking up. Hittin' the bed nobs. Making the bed rock like the Flintstones.

She will wasn't sure why he was doing this, but hey free labor! No one did things for free but a Earp groupie wasn't likely to be asking for more then she could handle. Maybe he was just trying to get laid. In that case win win! She wanted that too. Besides, sexing it up might make it feel less like the house that took her family and more like the house that . . . . . she was staying at for a while? Was it home? Oh hell--this was why she wanted to tap it. No thinking, more drinking.

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Doc felt like he was missing something. While he may not understand the extent of her jokes, he did know how to read people. And her tone was suggesting that there was an underlying tone of . . . what was it, flirtation? He smirked in response, deciding he could play along even without fully comprehending this modern age slang.

"Are you offerin' to help me with said practice?" He asked in a similar tone of flirtation. Who would have thought. Over a century from his days with Wyatt and he was now standing here in front of his great great granddaughter . . . flirting. He somehow always found his way back to the Earps; even now despite his tenuous deal with Bobo. No. Right now he just needed to focus on the one thing, the one thought that kept him going for all those years: exacting vengeance on the Stone Witch. Wynonna was just a distraction. Albeit, a very attractive, very tempting distraction.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

Finally! He understood. Either he was pretending to be slow or she was off her game. "Might be," she reply, with the same amusal she had in everything. What she was really craving was a drink. The type that burned in the way down and helped ease the tense feelings that crept up with being back in this house after so long. A distraction.

Which was why she was here talking to him. "Buy a girl a drink?" she asked, thinking about of she was going to let him in or drive to town. Oh! The fire, they could sit and talk by the fire and she could figure out what his deal was. "I have a fire and whiskey older then us both." 40 years old! A good age with a good bottle.

^{TAG: Doc Holliday}