Having had such an eventful, exciting day staying by the ship in Hawaii while the rest were getting shot at, massacred and he could only hope DOA, Doc slept in. Of course none of them had been dead, sadly. Neither had many of them been hurt, which made him happy because it was less work for him to deal with. Well, not that he minded work. It was just working on people that were still well enough to talk, bite, scream and kick.

So yes, he had slept in. Until about 7 am. Then he had gotten up, taken until 8 with his shower which could have been all grooming himself or it could have been stroking his ego. Only the tiles would know. He then spent the rest of the day doing a few physicals, lab work, and studying what he wanted to in between the television and microscope. There were just a few things that Doc didn't want to admit he liked doing. Torturing people, and watching soap operas. Sometimes. Soaps could get highly annoying really quick, especially the medical soaps. Those were just ridiculous.

Musing to himself, his booted feet propped up on the corner of his desk, leaning back in his chair, chewing on the end of his pen and watching the wall with dark eyes. He smiled as the ship landed. Vegas. Strip clubs, howling people, slots, drinking, loose women and free cocks. Yeah, it was his kind of town.

Closing up his office he took another shower. Trading in his lab coat for a pair of Wranglers and a midnight blue button up shirt. He kept his boots though, he loved his boots. His shirt he left open, not much for the beholder to imagine what lacked or didn't lack on his chest. He slid on a gold chain, the silver and gold serpents wrapped around the staff glinted against his skin. His college ring was slipped on his right hand, a watch on his right wrist.

Stepping off the ship he smirked, "Hell yeah." Making his way to the strip he soon found himself at a few slots. Losing more than he won, he pulled himself from them. Going to the tables he played a few hands of blackjack and won back all he had lost on the slots. He called it quits on gambling.

He was itching for a little action now. The little woman with a few too many gray hairs that had sat beside him at the blackjack table had wanted him bad. He swore he could still feel her claws in his thigh. She had been wet too. Doc smirked and rolled his shoulders, it was easy to get a woman to come from across the room with an extra hand or two. Right beside him though was a little challenge. He had done it though.

"Temptress." It looked small enough. He stared at it, glancing back down the strip. He smirked, "Yeah." Striding in he picked a table two back from the stage. Sprawling out he gave a wink to the waitress, ordering a drink and lighting up a smoke. He loved strip clubs. One could get lucky, then again one could find a challenge. This looked like one that might present a challenge.