Johanna Constantine & Doc Holliday
"Is it now?" Johanna grinned as she ran a fingertip around the rim of her glass. For once, she wasn't casting any magic. "Fancy my luck, then."
The clock was ticking down on their date. Johanna wrote her cell number on a napkin, folded it up then slid it across the table. "Use that whenever you got an itch. I'll show ya wha' a reverse cowgirl is."