A rumor had been heard throughout Tombstone that the infamous Doc Holliday had been staying in town. You being You, didn't care. You were too busy with your own life to worry about someone else's, especially someone who was famous for killing people.

You had an especially hard day, no different from your average day to be fair. You just wanted to go home or go to a bar and get drunk, but as usual, a bunch of strangers would stop and talk about the "great Doc Holliday."

You didn't know anything about him apart from his name and what he was famous for, so when you went to your favorite bar you were surprised to see a flock of random people surrounding someone at the poker table. As usual, you didn't care about what was going on, you just ordered your drink and sat wallowing in self-pity.

It wasn't until about an hour later that the people had started to disperse, leaving two men at the poker table. A little while later, one of the men left and he didn't seem too happy so it was safe to assume he didn't win anything. Just after the other man had left, the one that lingered had moved seats. He was now sitting next to you at the bar. He had a charming appearance apart from him sweating like the room was on fire.

"Well, hello... I can't say I've made your acquaintance."