Doc Holliday (sixgunsurgeon) wrote in helladjacent, @ 2017-05-18 09:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !jumps: victorian london, character: doc holliday, character: logan |
Who: Doc and Logan
What: Men of the 19th Century
When: Tuesday Morning
Where: Hotel Lounge
Warnings: Violence, Nudity, Mild Mention of Sexual Innuendo
Status: Complete
Tomatoes. Capsicum. Two raw eggs. Milk thistle. And a pinch of cilantro to help it all go down.
Doc Holliday was not unaccustomed to tending bar, but when it came to tending the effects of an entire day's drowning in whiskey, he was thoroughly disgusting. It was probably just an old wive's tale, but that didn't stop him from standing behind the counter in the lounge and mixing up that foul concoction in the hopes that it might alleviate a tiny prickling at the base of his temple.
He wouldn't call it a hangover seeing as how the clock was purporting a reasonable hour and he was awake, though, by the cramping in his back, he was reminded of how he slept in one of those uncomfortable chairs in the corner of the room. His hat and jacket were still thrown across the table, a might disheveled. He slipped his own chained timepiece, passed down from generation to generation of Holliday men, out of his pocket and noted that it was not working. Then he idly perused the daily hubbub of chatter on the hotel's electronic device. Still no response from his mysterious military roommate of whom Doc was currently undecided. He suspected the man to be a bit of a snob and maybe even a dandy, but at least he seemed to be courteous, even if he did show an uncommon reticence towards Doc's willingness to teach him the ways of wooing.
Doc stirred the thick red mixture with a wooden spoon and poured himself a single shot of whiskey. Because if the old wives were off their rocker, then the least he could do for himself was to continue drinking and perpetually stave off any uncomfortable effects of the previous day's doings.
He looked down at the whiskey glass and thought of Miss Molly, momentarily daydreaming about their bewitching rapport. It gave him a sudden craving for ice cubes which was peculiar on account of him always being a straight drinker. She reminded him a bit of Wynonna in the sense that she had a lingering effect about her. And Doc briefly considered amending his contract with the Captain to assure for the unplanned moments when a man needed his privacy for a session of solitary satisfaction.
Better make that three raw eggs.