|John MacKey "Doc Holliday" (deadeye_daisy) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2010-10-31 21:50:00
|Entry tags:||doc holliday, nitrous oxide|
Who: Nitrous Oxide and Doc Holliday
When: Backlogged a week ago, Wednesday afternoon
Where: Nitrous' dental office
What: A job offer
The space was impressive as he walked in, not nearly the little hole in the wall that he used for his dental practice. He hadn't much thought about the job offer until his first complaint was given the day bay before by the same gentleman who's teeth he'd cracked during the tremors. He'd offered to fix the damaged tooth to the man's pleasure, but as with most men, time to think it over had only infuriated him.
Doc found himself at the mercy of his employer whom he laughed at when the man was seriously considering he give his pink slip. The last time he'd walked away from dentistry had not been because he'd wanted to, it had been to live a little longer without covering customers in his own blood. It was terribly ironic now to be a step away from termination.
Slicking his hair back with one hand he nodded at the secretary, delivering a southern drawl that was characteristic of the time he came from. "Thank you, mame." He flashed a smile, receiving one in return before he stepped into the open office where Jenny sat.
"Good afternoon," he spoke proudly, tipping his head, forgetting he didn't have a hat to pull off. There were times his little habits caught up with him, and now he was giving himself away that he did not come from this time.
"Hi!" Nitrous said cheerfully, holding her hand out. "I'm Nicole! Which you probably already guessed because my name is on the door and we talked earlier, but hi!"
She generally tried to get her babbling under control around people who weren't used to it, which didn't mean that she was always succesful. But she ushered him into her office anyway, grinning the whole time.
"It was John, right? Your name? If it wasn't, I'm really sorry, I'm soooo bad with names sometimes. Here, sit down."
Doc gave her a polite nod. This was quite the bright young lady, which was noted in the way she shook his hand with an enthusiasm.
"John, yes. John MacKey, among most. This is quite the dandy place," he noted letting go of her hand and looking around her office. "Not quite the little hole in the wall." In fact this would be closer to his side of town.
"Thanks!" Nitrous chirped, feeling a little glow of happiness at the compliment. "We just opened it, so we're still getting everything moved in and arranged and rearranged, but I really like how this office has turned out so far."
She sat down behind her desk, clearing off some of the papers in front of her. "So, you're looking for a job, right? We definitely need some more dentists."
Doc took a seat politely after she had, running his finger against his clean shaven lip. "Well, I suppose that is up for debate, depending on what you offer," he raised a brow, showing he had a few tricks of his own. He wasn't going to say yes to just any deal before knowing all the chips.
He threw her a sly grin.
"Well, the salary for dentists starting here is around $165,000," Nitrous said. "And it'll go higher the longer you're here. And if you do a good job, obviously. You'll get your own office and a couple of dental assistants working under you. Oh, how long have you been working as a dentist? That can effect salary too."
She knew he was another immortal, the familiar, almost bubbly sensation of another god unmistakeable. She just wasn't sure who he was.
Doc rubbed his chin, intrigued with her offer. "I've been in this business a while, darlin' I'm sure I can run circles 'round your crew." He'd always been a bit sure of himself.
He could feel that same familiarity with her. She was another one like himself, but with that curious grin on his face he was somewhat interested in seeing if she could figure it out first.
Nitrous laughed. "You're pretty confident, huh?"
She didn't think he was any kind of god of dentistry (mostly because she didn't think one actually existed. But ooooh, she wished one did!), and she wasn't sure any of the old mythological people would want to work as dentists. They were usually all about posturing and yelling. So John was probably a New God, like her.
Not that knowing that really narrowed it down. Well, she might as well introduce herself properly, anyway.
"I think you oughta know that I'm Nitrous Oxide," she said, smiling cheerfully. "Just in case that's a problem."
"Is it that obvious?" he said with a sly smirk followed by a charming laugh.
"I feel I've been running into quite a few new folk these days," the old doctor spoke holding out his hand to shake hers in a warm welcome as a southern gentleman did. "We're playin' for the real game. Georgian gentleman, also know as Doc Holliday," he threw her another smile, and rub to his upper lip with his fingers when he pulled his hand away, like he would occasionally do when he grew his mustache out.
"Doc Holliday?" Nitrous gave a happy laugh, jaw dropping a little. "As in 'gunfighter, O.K. Coral' Doc Holliday?" She giggled a little more. "Sorry, I'm a little starstruck!"
Once she'd regained some of her composure, Nitrous said, "I had no idea that you ended up immortal! That's really great; you were quite the legend. So, you've gone back to your roots, huh?"