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Post by Doc Holliday on May 2, 2020 22:42:42 GMT
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.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 17, 2020 2:16:54 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Yes! Poisoned! He had been poisoned! What else could this possibly be? He knew about different concoctions, and this was undoubtedly a poison. Yet suddenly, she did not seem all too concerned. In fact, she seemed to know what it was. "It . . . " He was trying to answer her question but then got distracted when she conveniently spilled some of her donut on her "Might--" What in tarnation was she doing?! He could be dying and she was sucking her finger!
Which, did nothing to ease his own ache because while he tried to stop looking, he couldn't stop staring. Subtle was not a word he'd use to describe her so what in the hell was she doing right now? "Have--dammit Wynonna do you have to be eatin' donuts right now?!" He turned away from her and took a few more steps to the side, gripping the shelf and making sure his back stayed to her. He closed his eyes, trying to breathe through this and trying to somehow will his body to stop . . . waking up. "Salty drinks," he repeated. "What about them?" She clearly knew something because her demanour had changed after saying it. Even though Doc may be dying, he still wasn't stupid. He might be aroused, and hard, but he wasn't stupid.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 17, 2020 1:51:40 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Oh she was close. And getting closer. And closer. And touching his knee! That was when he shot up and staggered a few steps to the side. "Do not touch me," he breathed, more distressed about it than demanding. Because, damn it felt good when she did. He felt himself . . . aroused. These tight jeans were not helping; damn tight modern pants! And Wynonna was only making this arousal thicken. It was as if he was acutely aware of her every detail.
Her touch. Her intoxicating scent. The way she had been so close to him. He had come to her for help and yet seeing her -- feeling her -- so close suggested a kind of help she could give him that would perhaps ease this ache in his body. "I've been poisoned," he exclaimed. "Someone poisoned my drink." Because surely, that was what this was. Of course he had been aroused by Wynonna before but not like this. He knew how to control himself -- most of the time -- but right now, he felt like he had none.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 17, 2020 1:42:52 GMT
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.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 17, 2020 1:32:18 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc felt . . . woozy. Different. He'd never quite felt like this before so knew that he wasn't drunk. He had been drinking, but it was not the alcohol that made him feel this way. Despite the new liquor of this age, it was not enough to take him down like this. It was a, strange feeling. Almost as if he was walking underwater but . . . also, there were other effects.
Ones that he was trying to force off for the time being until he figured out what was going on. And fortunately, he knew the person to go to for that sort of thing. Pushing open the door to the Homestead, and not even remembering that he shut it, he staggered to the couch and practically collapsed in it. Sitting down felt good. Yes. It allowed him to close his eyes and figure out why his body was aching . . . or well, one part of him in particular. "Wynonna?!" He called out, hoping that Waverly was not home.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 17, 2020 1:16:08 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE The conversation was brought to a halt when the severe came with the wine. Doc didn't need to do all this fancy stuff that they apparently did nowadays that involved smelling and swishing it. So the waiter just poured . . . and Wynonna spit.
He just stared at her as she dumped the rest of the it in the plant nearby and asked for his flask. "Never leave home without it," he told her, reaching for the inside pocket of his coat where he pulled it out and passed it to her. "Though this does not seem like the kind of place that allows you to bring your own liquor." Yes. That's right, he knew stuff. Being the owner of a bar required him to know stuff, and he'd been doing a fair amount of research.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 17, 2020 1:06:32 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc was used to this. The disbelief. The need to convince them. And with each generation, it grew a bit more difficult for more time had passed since Wyatt. She dropped the bottle and griped the pool stick with both hands. It hardly phased Doc. Not because he assumed she was no good, but because he doubted it would come to that. "Well I sure dealt with enough of 'em," he told her referring to Earps. And damn, they were a stubborn bunch.
She believed he was a Revenant and it was not the first time he was accused as such. "Course that would be a lot easier to disprove if you had Peacemaker," he told her. Did she know it was called that? "Wyatt's gun," he added on to clarify. He knew that asking about it now when she already believed he was a Revenant wasn't going to be helpful. The Revenants had been trying to get their hands on that weapon ever since the new heir came of age. "Your father refused my help," he told him, not wanting to get into the details of how he was communicating with some of the Revenants. "Don't make the same mistake he did." Because the cost had been high. So, very high.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 16, 2020 2:09:45 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He moved as directed, kicking his boots of on the way, lying down next to her, one arm going around her as he held her close to him, nestled against his chest. His heart that still beat and yet, felt broken at the same time. Ok. No, she was right. Neither of them were ok. And neither of them need lie about this. Not to each other.
"I guess, it is ok not to be ok," he thought out loud, holding her closer. This would always be something between only the two of them; something that only the other person truly understood the depth of. While it went beyond this that plagued his mind and heart . . . processing the loss of their child, was the foremost emotional pain. "We should go to the doctor tomorrow," he told her. We. As in if she would let him, he would take her. She needed to get checked out after giving birth on a pool table.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 16, 2020 1:57:43 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE It had taken Doc some time, but he was finally able to pick up on modern day jokes. Specifically, her jokes. Mostly the dirty ones. But he didn't interrupt as she went into detail about what it was like when she went back. What he was like. What Bobo Del Rey was like before he was . . . well, Bobo Del Rey. Doc gave her a reassuring smile, taking her hand as she held it out on the table and giving it a light squeeze. "You didn't have a choice," he told her.
"Your conscience can be clear knowing that." That she couldn't warn anyone or save anyone. Him on the other hand, could not say the same thing. He had pushed Bobo away -- twice -- and betrayed Wyatt. Things could have been so different but alas . . . some deeds were unforgivable. "And knowing that what matters, is that when you could, you did save others and help them. Warn them." In the present day; in her time. "Hell, I'd still be at the bottom of a well if it weren't for you." To think, what would have happened had she not thrown Peacemaker down it. He doubted Bobo would have mentioned his whereabouts. He seemed pretty keen on remaining quiet about it for as long as he did.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 16, 2020 1:24:27 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Would he go back there if he good. The answer, was a difficult one. It was no easy answer. It wasn't black and white. It wasn't a yes or no. He remained silent for a few moments, thinking of what he had done to leave that time. And the people he had hurt along the way. "I regret some decisions I made to pull me from it." Betraying Wyatt. Making a deal with the devil. He looked at her once more, his eyes having moved from the space in front of him, to meet her gaze.
"But I do not regret where it has brought me." To this life, to her. To having a daughter. To Waverly. To the people he now helped. So it was a double edged sword, and he knew he hadn't directly answered the question. He'd feared death then, and he feared it now. That much hadn't changed, and his fate in hell proved that he hadn't become a better man from it. But preventing the conversation from going too deep, he averted it's direction. "What were your thoughts when you were there, think you could have handled living in such a time?" His voice was very clearly teasing her. "I reckon you might have hated it," he added on with a slight chuckle.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 16, 2020 0:51:09 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He smiled at her response, ordering himself a glass of wine to endure the less than preferred beverage with her and then put in his own order of food, passing the menu to the server and giving thanks. Once she left, it was the two of them again. "I think the last time I drank red wine was with your great great grandpappy," he said with a fond smile.
"Completely different circumstances of course," he clarified, keeping the mood light. "It has been a while," he thought out loud, but he remembered it perfectly. "We were invited out to dinner by the governor of the town after apprehending a fugitive." Fortunately, it was not one of the Revenenats. A safe topic he supposed. "Wyatt kept holding back laughter as he saw my face every time I took a sip of the drink . . . until it started to grow on me." He had been of a, higher standing in town with his occupation but he had never been one for red wine. Whiskey was his preferred choice.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 16, 2020 0:38:27 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He wished he could believe her. But, he knew it wasn't true. He had not kept her safe. She had kept them all safe. But he wasn't about to argue about that. What mattered right now, was that they were here, all together. That Alice could really get to know her mother. Both Alice and Wynonna deserved that. More than deserved that. It was why he made sure that Alice was familiar with Wynonna. That he told stories of her. That she knew her mother was a hero. All thoughts stilled when he felt her lips against his.
He closed his eyes, his arms still around her, soaking in the feeling of . . . her. The sensation of her kiss, breathing a part of his life back into him that had been gone for the past five years. Letting it linger, letting himself selfishly bask in it, he hesitantly, slowly eased out of the kiss but kept them close. He wanted this. He wanted to be just, be with her and let things be simple . . . but they never were. Belatedly opening his eyes he looked at her, trying to think of what to say in this moment. "Shall we go check on her?" This, them needed to be a bigger conversation, that much he knew. And he feared he would just, lose himself to the emotions he always felt when they kissed.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 16, 2020 0:05:49 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc watched her go up the stairs after telling him not to be too long. He just . . . needed a moment. He knew now more than ever he needed to be strong for her. She had sent their baby away to protect her and Doc needed to hold that in his mind. With other recent events, other realizations . . . this right now, just added to the list of events to process. Devastating ones. Only this, was necessary. As much as it hurt him, he knew it hurt her too. And being upset about anything, was not an option. Allowing his emotions out of control, was not an option.
He took a slow breath, thinking of what he should bring to her and just settled on a glass of water. Making his way up the stairs he walked over and put the water on the bedside table, before taking off his gunbelt and setting it there too. Indication, that he would stay as long as she wanted him to. With that, he sat next to the spot that she had indicated, nodding his head when she asked him if he was ok. How he hated lying to her. "Why don't you lie down," he softly suggested. She must be tired -- to say the least. Both physically and emotionally exhausted.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 15, 2020 23:55:59 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Yes. Nights were definitely the worst. When the day was at an end, and he was left alone with his thoughts, they more often than not drifted to her. Thinking of whether Wynonna was ok, and fighting every temptation and urge to call her. To hear her voice. To see her face. "They were," he agreed with her, knowing how much she must have longed to hold their daughter in those moments. Looking at her, he kept his arms around her, taking in every detail of her features that he'd sorely missed seeing.
"I wish I could have kept you safe too," he told her. He would forever wish he could have somehow protected them both. That it didn't have to be an either or. "But you did," he said proudly. "You broke the curse." He knew she would be able to do it. She was the strongest person he knew and he could only imagine how hard she had fought these past several years to break it, and ensure the safety of their daughter and all of Purgatory. "You saved her." Not just be sending her away, but also by making sure that Alice never had to face this curse when she turned 27 years old. For that, there were not enough words of gratitude that Doc could offer.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 15, 2020 23:45:28 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc let his revelation sink in, giving her the time she needed, until she cursed. He was used to this. It wasn't his first rodeo. He had dealt with enough Earps to know it would take some convincing. But he was determined. He saw more hope in her than he ever did in Ward.
"That is what they would have you believe," he told her. "But in actuality, Doc Holliday disappeared 130 years ago. And now he stands before you." His hands went out on either side of him before putting his hat back on. " Just as I stood before Wyatt. Josiah. Edwin. Ward--" Albeit, briefly but still. He tried with him. "And now, the next Earp heir." Her. Just, without Peacemaker. But that was something they would quickly correct.
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