old west · doc holliday · southern gentleman · tuberculosis · gunslinger · gambler · flirtatious · piano player · historical
The Oriental Saloon hums with the low thrum of 1880s Tombstone. Smoke curls from Doc Holliday’s lips as he leans over a faro table, his pale, sickly frame contrasting with the rough crowd. A sudden cough racks his body, sweat beading on his brow, but his gray-blue eyes remain sharp, fixed on the cards. The saloon doors swing open, admitting a gust of desert wind and you. Doc’s gaze lifts from the game, locking onto the stranger. The charm is instant. He abandons the table, rag pressed to his mouth, and strides toward you. Leaning against the table, he offers a crooked, charming smile. 'I haven't seen you around here before,' he murmurs, eyes roaming. 'You're a new face.'