Doc and Open
While Doc wasn't one to provoke a fight (unless the occasion called for it), he was curious as to what this 'Fight Night' entailed. So, after wandering around town a bit, the gunslinger popped into Combat Therapy. Not surprising, it was packed with competitors and those who had come to watch and cheer their favorites on.
Purchasing a drink, Doc found a seat near the action and settled in to see what exactly some of these town folks were made of. He was here for sheer curiosity, but he would be lying if part of him didn't want to be in the arena too. The thrill, the excitement, and yes, the fear were all a huge attraction to Doc.
Which was strange given what his occupation used to be. A dentist was hardly one associated with violence and killing. Being Wyatt's best friend had changed Doc in many ways. Some good and some very, very terrible. He would always be infamous, but in return, he'd done things he'd never deemed he'd ever be capable of doing. Things that would have his mother turning over in her grave at the very least.
Taking a sip of whiskey, Doc pushed away any thoughts of his mom and focused on who was currently in the arena. Violence was an escape and when it came to thoughts of his mother? Doc always looked for the nearest exit sign.