Kate kept that smile plastered on her face as she looked at her cards but said under her breath so Hermes could hear, "Yer a sick son of a bitch.."
She flicked her ice blue eyes to Doc for a moment then looked back at her hand, saying casually, "You wanna keep that eyeball of yours in yer skull then you best not be winkin' it at me, Doc Holliday." she had never known how she'd react when she spoke to him again, out of the million scenarios that had played through her head over the decades, this had not been one of them.
When he flicked the chip at her, it made her blood boil. He was the only man that could make her go from zero to 60 in under ten seconds. She slapped her hand down and curled her fingers around the chip, lifting it up. She looked at it and then at Doc, a familiar challenge in her eyes, her smile razor sharp, "Care to make it interestin'?"