w. earp (owndamnweapon) wrote in valloic, @ 2020-09-13 21:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: action/thread/log, ₴ inactive: doc holliday, ₴ inactive: wynonna earp |
Who: Wynonna Earp and Doc Holliday
What: Introducing Doc to corn dogs and carnival games.
When: Backdated to the fair a few weeks ago.
Where: ...the fair. Well, the midway of it, technically.
Warnings: Brief mention of dick jokes? Cause corn dogs. C'mon.
Status: Complete!
To be completely honest, Wynonna wasn’t sure she’d ever been on what most people would consider a ‘normal’ date. But then again, there’d never been anything remotely normal about her life after what had happened to her dad and Willa and she tended to cope with it through too much sex and alcohol, even at a young age. But being thrown into the world of Vallo, away from the literal and metaphorical demons that Purgatory brought, sort of flipped everything she knew (or at least quite a bit of what she knew) on its head and forced her into some sort of normalcy that she just wasn’t used to.
So apparently what that meant was that she and Doc were going to go on an actual date. Which would be a first, unless she counted the dinner she made to try and convince him to give her his ring and his immortality. Agelessness? Whatever. It had been a date with an ulterior motive at best. And it wasn’t even one Doc was aware had happened. But that was in the past, right? For her, anyway. Fresh-ish starts, Earp. Might as well get used to it.
The opportunity that the fair presented was hard to pass up, anyway. She hadn’t been to something like this in… a very, very long time, at best. So seeing the food trucks, the midway, the games - all of it brought an almost childlike excitement to her that she was suppressing as much as she could. Since he’d opted for a nice shirt, she threw on black knee-length tunic style dress and a pair of ankle high biker boots, comfortable yet not too casual. “I think there’s a lot of fairs that still include that as part of the whole thing, but anymore the main draw is… well, food and rides. Or eating so much fried garbage you puke on said rides.” She laughed a bit, eyeballing the options. “Is anything peaking your interest? It’s not like we have any of this back home, so go wild. Be adventurous! Indulge. Corn dogs are always a good option. Fried Oreos, though maybe not for actual food… oooh, funnel cake!” Look. Her excitement for fried foods knew no bounds. It was as simple as that.
Doc watched her closely as she talked, taking in the potential interests, which was unsurprisingly revolving around food. Though, he was going to have to hope that vomiting on a ride was not part of their adventure. He would be sure to avoid over consumption in order to avoid bringing anything back up. “I was unaware that there were any instances in which evacuating one’s stomach contents was considered fun.”
He was not sure what a corn dog was, but it did not look like something that had anything to do with either corn or dogs. He looked at the sign skeptically and back at Wynonna. “Well, if you should like some funnel cake, we can try some. If you think the other foods worth trying, then I will, of course, try them at least.” A pause. “What, pray tell, is a corn dog?”
“Well, I don’t know that anyone actually considers it fun, especially whoever might be behind the person who is,” she finished that thought with a gagging noise and then scrunched her nose up at him. “It just happens sometimes. Especially on the spinny rides. Or at least that’s what I’ve heard. Apparently there’s a ride that whips people around so fast that gravity gets them up in the air and honestly that just sounds awful, especially after eating a ton of food. Ugh.”
They paused in front of the food truck that was offering corn dogs, popcorn, chicken strips and some other staple basics. “Oh, we’re definitely getting some funnel cake later, but I should probably eat something other than just fried bread and sugar. As awesome as that sounds.” Laughing a little, she raised an eyebrow at him. “Uhhh. So it’s a hot dog that’s basically been covered in corn bread and fried and it’s on a stick. Most fair foods come on a stick, mostly because they’re all fried and messy and delicious.” She paused and then her eyes went wide briefly at her realization. “Have you even had a hot dog before?”
“If one does it on purpose, I assume they are doing it for fun.” But that still did not make sense. The very idea of someone throwing up on him, however, was very unsettling. His nose wrinkled. “Then I suggest we do not ride spinny rides unless we have digested our food some.” He did not desire to experience it personally on either side. “That sounds awful even without eating food,” he remarked, expression a mixture of concern and disgust.
He had had the chicken tenders and popcorn. “I am not certain. What do they look like?” He had plenty of jerky around and various things, but given his sleeping in the barn, he ate mostly whatever he was given when he was around. It was easy enough to make rabbit stew if he needed to or at least cook one over a fire.
“Honestly, I’d prefer no spinny rides at all. I loved them when I was a kid, but I don’t think I could deal with them at this point.” Granted, there was a lot she’d put her body through over the years, but embarrassing herself at a fair because she couldn’t handle the literal gravity of certain rides wasn’t something she was keen to do.
When he asked her, Wynonna of all people, to describe what a hot dog looked like, she just kind of paused. “It’s uh…” She started, holding her hands up about 6 inches apart. “About yea long. Kinda skinny. Looks like a floppy… er, y’know… made out of god knows what. Pork, maybe?” The struggle to not make this an awkward joke was difficult. “Look, it’s just a kind of long thing of phallic looking meat that usually goes in a bun. They’re probably terrible for you, but corn dogs are super tasty and now I’m getting one just so you can try it anyway.”
She flashed him a quick grin and reached down to give his tush a playful sort of pat before stepping to the order window. Two corn dogs and some popcorn, along with a bottle of water. “Look, see? It’s… well. This.” She held up one of the corn dogs so he could see, trying to contain her giggles. “Just so much dick joke potential.”
There was a quick nod of agreement at that. “Then we can avoid the spinny rides altogether.” He wasn’t sure he was comfortable with spinny rides as it was. They did not sound safe. And he was interested in neither death nor throwing up the contents of his stomach.
“Ah. So like when Waverly made the vegan sausages for breakfast...but bigger.” He wrinkled his nose. At least it was real meat this time. Not that he did not like the vegan food some of the time but he definitely did not prefer to spend his days eating vegan meats. “Well, if you insist, I will try it.” And he would. He was sure it could not be any worse than anything else he had attempted to eat. Plus, if he didn’t like it, he was sure Wynonna had no qualms of finishing his and her own. “You do like dick jokes,” he agreed after a moment. “So I should not be surprised.
“Look, it’s hard to resist the dick jokes when it’s just so big and girthy,” she stated very matter of factly, despite the grin she was struggling to keep contained. She’d put some ketchup and mustard in the little container the corn dogs had come in, so she took the one in her hand and dipped it in the ketchup before taking a maybe slightly aggressive bite from the end of it. Maybe if they hadn’t been out in public she would have gone the immature route but sometimes she could keep it together and not be a total embarrassment.
Wynonna nodded a little though and offered the other corn dog to him. “Bigger and actually more edible, as far as I’m concerned.” Granted, she wasn’t one to really talk. At least Waverly could cook. Though if it meant having her sister here, Wynonna would eat nothing but vegan sausage for the rest of her life. “You gonna win me a prize at one of these games?” she asked after another bite, gesturing down the midway a bit at the booths. “They rig ‘em so apparently they’re hard to win, but I have a good feeling you’d probably do well at one of the shooting games.”
Doc rolled his eyes before he looked back at Wynonna. He watched as she ate the corndog, mostly for pointers on how he was meant to eat it. He supposed it was the usual way to eat something off a stick. He took the corndog handed to him, taking a bite from the end and chewing a bit before responding. “Well, it is no meat and I do not understand the concept, but I cannot turn down food. Especially when Waverly seems so excited about it.”
He turned his attention to the booths for a moment. “I reckon I could win at a shooting game.” He dipped the corndog in a little of the ketchup and mustard this time before taking another bite. “And this is much better with toppings.” He looked back at the booths. “After we are finished eating, we can go and you can tell me what prize you so desire if there is a selection.”
“That girl is so sweet she manages to get us to eat things that shouldn’t even be considered food. Go figure.” Wynonna smirked a little and gave her head a small shake, moving away from the food truck and starting to wander casually toward the booths and around the people that were clustered here and there. “The toppings kind of make or break a corndog, honestly. Unless you just really love cornbread, which is basically what’s on the outside. But I can’t even eat hot dogs plain, so.” She shrugged. “I just like ketchup too much.”
The corndog was quick to finish and she knew she would still be hungry, but there was too much food to choose from and she had plenty of time to indulge. “There used to be a carnival game where you could win goldfish, but I don’t know if they do that anymore. Plus they always seemed to die after a week.”
Wynonna’s nose scrunched a bit at that and she kind of leaned into him, a hand loosely wrapping around his arm as they walked. “Which isn’t traumatizing at all for a kid, right? Get a new fish, a fish bowl, a name. And then,” she finished the sentence with a grunt and allowed her head to fall over to the side in an attempt to briefly play dead. “So with that said, I think anything that’s not alive is probably a good choice.”
Doc laughed at that. “She could talk just about anyone into just about anything. Most especially us.” Which was perhaps a dangerous thing to behold, but she did it in a way that didn’t make her seem overly threatening. He was sure she wouldn’t do anything to hurt them all the same. “I do like the ketchup, but the mustard sells it more than the ketchup at this moment.
He ate some more of the corndog, deciding after a few bites that he liked it so long as there was ketchup and mustard. He looked over at her in confusion about the goldfish. Who would make goldfish a prize? A living creature as a prize? “I will endeavor to pick something else, then.” He studied the booths for a moment, spotting a few booths with various shooting things.
Well, if he was to win her a prize, he would have to start somewhere. “Will you accompany me, then?” He said before moving toward one of the shooting ones. He paid his dues, eyeing the fake gun for a moment before shooting at the targets. Unsurprisingly, he still managed to hit every one. He eventually settled on one, smiling as he held it out to her. “Are you pleased?”
“Babygirl has me wrapped around every single one of those fingers on her perfect angel hands and I’m not even a little mad about it.” Wynonna bit back a sigh then and leaned into him a little, momentarily letting her head fall to rest on his shoulder as they walked. Waverly would’ve liked this. The fair. Unless Gus had taken her to them when Wynonna wasn’t around, as far as she knew, Waverly had never gone. But that was dumb, right? Of course she’d been to a fair. It wasn’t like the Ghost River Triangle was completely inept.
“Of course I’ll accompany you. Not about to ditch my date.” She glanced up at him and gave him a brief smile then. As they approached a booth with a shooting game, she unraveled herself from his arm and took a step off to the side to watch, letting out a soft snort at his expression over the fake gun. They were nowhere near like the real things, but he still managed to hit every target and she, without even realizing, beamed a little with pride. The look on that game attendant's face was less joyful.
When Doc turned and held out the little plushie Devil, she couldn’t help but giggle and took it with a grin. “Oh, I love the irony of this. Wish all demons and devils were this cute, huh?” She grinned, holding it up in front of her face and making it dance briefly before laughing again. “Thank you.” Then she pulled it away and leaned into him, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips before pulling back with a smile.
Being referred to as Wynonna’s date made him smile a little. Part of him wondered what Waverly would think if she saw them now - at a fair on a date. He thought she would likely give them both looks. He hoped she would not be from any time where they were at odds. He would prefer to avoid that sort of pain.
Doc found himself smiling even more when he saw Wynonna’s expression after he won her the doll. It was the funny choice of the lot. For both of them. He had not met the Devil personally, but fighting as many demons and revenants as they had, it was only a matter of time. As far as he was concerned. “They may not be overly adorable, but at least we can hope this one will not attack us. And let us hope I have not now jinxed it.”
He smiled into the kiss. “You are most welcome, Ms. Earp. How many slightly annoyed booth attendants should we get on the bad side of before we leave?”
Truth be told, Waverly would have probably rolled her eyes at them both playfully and said something about how it was about darn time. Of course, Wynonna’s reasoning would be that this sort of normalcy just wasn’t something she was allowed to have back in Purgatory. Not yet. Maybe not ever. So she was going to take advantage of it while she could.
Wynonna couldn’t help her smile growing just a little bigger at both the sweet look on his face as well as his words, trying not to giggle outright. “It would be my luck someone cursed this thing, huh? Chucky doll style. Or Annabelle. Whatever, I’m not here for haunted toys and this thing is cute. I’m happy with it.” She paused briefly, nonchalantly hugging the plushie Devil to her chest. “Though if you’re wanting to annoy more booth attendants, Mr. Holliday, I won’t say no.” She grinned then. “We should find some rides first though so I don’t completely run out of hands from too many stuffed animals. Maybe even the Fun House?” she asked, teasingly wiggling her eyebrows at him. “Lots of dark corners in one of those.”
There was a puzzled look on his face when she mentioned Chucky and Annabelle. He knew, from what she said, they were possessed or cursed dolls of some nature, but that didn’t mean that he understood what she was talking about. “I am glad you are pleased, then.”
He looked over at Wynonna, an eyebrow raised at her suggestion. “I have a feeling it is not a very fun house usually.” But he was grinning anyway. “But I believe that I can be talked into most anywhere that involves dark corners.”