Who: Kady and Doc What: Kady and Doc have a chat. When: After the Orgy, but before Wynonna and Doc enact the 'plan.' Where: The strip club. Rating: PG-13ish Status: Closed; Completed Gdoc.
Being that he had a full-time job and a daughter to look after, Doc didn’t make a habit of going to strip clubs. However, when he did decide to visit, he always ended up at one stage in particular. The young woman on that stage? Kady. They had spent time together at the orgy and Doc had enjoyed himself. Kady seemed to have enjoyed the experience too.
Being that Doc and Wynonna were going to implement their plan soon, he knew he wouldn’t have many more opportunities to visit the club unless it was to visit Wynonna. So, he took advantage of the moment and decided to see Kady. Dressed in his normal attire of jeans, a button up shirt, boots, and a cowboy hat, Doc entered the club and glanced around.
He spotted the young woman at the bar. Whenever he saw Kady, she was normally smiling and seemed happy. The Kady he saw at the bar didn’t have a smile on her face. In fact, she appeared miserable.Her shoulders slumped and her face housed a sullen expression. Doc wondered what was wrong or, perhaps, he was seeing the real Kady. The one that was actually truly unhappy.
The gunslinger approached the bar and paused beside the empty barstool next to the one Kady sat on. “Is this seat taken?” He asked gently.
The orgy had been a lot of fun. The fact that she could only remember pieces of it, like stills from a movie, meant she’d had a really good time. She’d met new people, like Adam and Savannah, both very cool, and indulged herself with friends she already made. Like Doc.
Everything about that cowboy appealed to her. He had a bad boy vibe coupled with a hot accent. His moral lines seemed parallel to hers as well. In a way, he reminded her of Penny.
And that was what put her in the mood she was in. After her set, Kady sat at the bar with Xan keeping her glass full while her mind tortured her with memories of Penny. She still missed the bastard. It hadn’t helped that a version of him had shown up in her reality, except that one was in love with Julia. That had hurt more than Kady had ever wanted to admit. So she bottled it up. And it only came out at times like this.
That delicious accent was suddenly asking to sit down. Kady immediately hid behind that sensual smile she always seemed to wear. “I keep it saved for suave gunslingers.”
“Lucky me,” Doc chuckled and slid on to the empty bar stool. He took off his hat and set it on the bar. Bad boy or otherwise, Doc had manners. Then he raised his hand to get Xan’s attention for a drink before training his blue eyes back on the beautiful woman beside him.
“So, how’s it going, darlin’?” Doc inquired. “You looked a little lost in thought before I made my way over here and somehow I doubt it had anything to do with hoping a suave cowboy might show up.” Xan finally walked over to their end of the bar and Doc’s gaze shifted to the man. He put in an order for a whiskey.
Kady chuckled. “Thanks to you I’m going to have to revisit my opinion on westerns. I used to think they were stupid.” She smirked at Doc, but the expression didn’t last as she took another drink. It was a good thing she was done for the night.
“Getting lost in thought is overrated,” she muttered as she swirled the amber liquid in her glass. It was safer to look at the alcohol than to look anywhere else.
Doc tilted his head as he looked at her. “Honestly? I can’t say I am a huge fan myself.” After you lived through it, westerns seemed like cheap knockoffs. He tried not to make a habit of indulging too much in media that featured the time period he was from. He had been there and done that.
“Yet, it happens all the same,” Doc replied, taking a sip of his whiskey. Doc tried to not allow himself to mentally drift away either. There was too much wrong in his life that liked to creep up if it had the chance.
“Thinking is stupid, too,” Kady said with half a smirk. She was glad to hear someone agree with her. It sounded like Doc might have the same sort of memories. Bad.
“So what do you do to keep them away?” She put her chin in her hand as she looked at Doc. That mustache was ridiculous, but it looked good on him, and Kady was well aware of how it felt in various places on her body.
Doc held up his glass of whiskey. “Hence the copious amounts of alcohol I tend to consume.” And numerous women he slept with. It was all a way to stop thinking.
To keep the thoughts at bay and the demons fed, Doc had done just about anything and everything a human possibly could. All of it was bad. Some of it he was even a little ashamed of now, but he was slowly making peace with things he could not fix.
“Mostly I spend time with my daughter,” Doc admitted. It helped tremendously to be around the one thing in his life that Doc truly felt he got right. His ray of sunshine in the darkness.
Kady huffed in amusement. He was cute when he talked about his kid. Less dastardly gun slinger. More doting father. Yet another thing she’d never have. A family.
“Healthier than alcohol.” Speaking of, she lifted her mostly empty glass at Xan who gave her a nod. Content she’d get another drink, Kady emptied her glass.
“What about the baby mama?” She’d seen how they interacted. If she didn’t know better, she’d say they were together.
“Most certainly.” Doc loved Alice more than anything in this life. He’d do anything for his daughter, including not drinking too much or engaging in other risky behaviors. Well, at least not as much as he might have if she didn’t exist. Alice pushed him to be a better man just by existing.
Wynonna and Doc were complicated. Doc loved Wynonna and he knew he always would. However, he also knew that neither of them were good at relationships. Wynonna didn’t want to cross that line and Doc certainly didn’t want to make her. With Alice involved, it was better that they toe the line than engage. However, Wynonna’s plan to keep Waverly away from Ben involved the two of them dating.
Doc liked the idea even if he felt it would probably end badly.
“Wynonna and I are complicated,” Doc replied honestly. “Always have been and probably always will be.”
Kady huffed in amusement. Complicated she understood far too well. “Yeah, I get that.” Not that it was complicated for her anymore. Her Penny was dead and really gone this time. And it didn’t look like he would be showing up here any time soon. For all she knew, the Library had ways of keeping that from happening.
She realized her moping could get out of hand real quick if things went on like this. A frown pulled her brows down as she picked up her new drink then took a long sip. After, she turned to face Doc again.
“I take it you aren’t playing Daddy tonight?”
Even without her admitting it, Doc sensed Kady understood. He didn’t pry as to how she could relate; if the young woman felt like speaking her history, Doc would listen. He wasn’t one to poke around unless there was a good reason for it. Mostly because he wouldn’t want someone poking around him.
“No, tonight is my rare night off,” Doc replied with a chuckle. Most nights, Doc took Alice because Wynonna worked as a bouncer at the strip club. However, tonight Doc had a small reprieve from diaper duty. He would never mind spending time with his daughter, but having a moment to himself was nice too.
Doc smirked. “Hence why I am here to bother you.” He lifted his drink to his lips and took a sip.
That smirk looked good on him. Really good. How someone could make a crooked pull of the lips look so dirty especially with a mustache like that was beyond Kady’s understanding. Not that she put a lot of effort into figuring it out. She just appreciated the view. She knew for a fact it looked great on the pillow next to hers.
“Oh yeah, you’re so annoying,” she said. Her sultry chuckle came as she took a drink. Then she turned a smirk of her own on the gunslinger. “Bet you can’t annoy me all night.”
She never was one to mince words. Play games, definitely, but the fun kind. Not the fuck with your head ones. She’d had that done to her too often and learned she didn’t like it. For all her bad habits and tendencies, Kady did hold fast to treating people the way she wanted to be treated.
He appreciated Kady’s sultry chuckle and that playful smirk. It was impossible to not find yourself drawn into it. Drawn to her.
“I suppose it depends on what we find ourselves gettin up to,” Doc grinned and took another sip from his whiskey. Doc was never one to mince words either. He wasn’t much for games aside from the kind the two were partaking in now. He didn’t like to be played with. For all the praise he’d received for being Wyatt’s right hand man, his gun hand, Doc wasn’t fond of being someone’s favorite piece on a chessboard. Notoriety was truly no replacement for being your own man.
“I have one more set before I’m done.” She dipped a finger into her glass then sucked the liquor off. “Maybe you can come up with some ideas while you watch.”
He was someone she could count on seeing in the crowd. Not always. Just whenever he didn’t have his kid. But seeing Doc in the audience helped. Her other friends, too. It made her feel like what she was doing was somehow less sleezy with them there to support her.
Doc caught her hand and ran a thumb over her knuckles. “I’m pretty sure I just got some right then,” he replied. “But I’m always up for more of your kind of inspiration.”
Kady could count on Doc to be in the audience whenever he didn’t have Alice. However, once he and Wynonna started ‘dating,’ there would be no more trips to the strip club. Doc would need to have eyes for only one woman. It wouldn’t be too difficult; Wynonna owned a piece of Doc whether she chose to acknowledge it or not.
Damn. Kady grinned in response to Doc. It would be really easy to fall for him. Hard. He was exactly her type. Trouble. Troubled. Unapologetically naughty. Obviously knew his way around a bedroom, and knew how to make a lady feel like a queen. If it weren’t for the fact that Kady had sworn off relationships, she’d make Wynonna regret being indecisive.
“Then I guess I’ll make sure to be a good little muse.” She caught and held Doc’s eyes as she lifted her hand, and by extension his, so she could graze her teeth lightly across his thumb. Just enough to tease.
She backed away quickly, however, and chuckled. “Front row seat, Doc. I’ll be looking for you.”
“I don’t think there is any way you couldn’t be.” Doc watched as her teeth grazed his knuckles. The brief, primal contact turned him on. He always enjoyed watching her and he knew tonight would be no different. It would be one of the last times he saw her in action…in more ways than one.
He chuckled as she backed away. “You better be, darlin’,” he replied, watching as she retreated to the dressing room to get ready. Then he focused back on his drink and lifted it to his lips, mind already focused on what fun would follow that last dance.