You stand next to Doc, your arm looped through his when three men walk up to the table. You recognize them as Curly Bill, Ike and Johnny Ringo. You squeeze Doc's arm slightly, listening to the conversation between Johnny and Wyatt before he turns to Doc.

"You must be Doc Holliday?" Johnny asks. Doc coughs slightly, looking down at his whiskey then to Johnny.

"That's the Rumor."

"You retired too?"

Doc looks at you then Johnny once again, his hand going over yours as he answers.

"Not me, I'm in my prime." Doc says, his lips turning upwards into a faint smile before it disappears.

"Yea, You look it." Johnny replys watching the two of you.

"You must be Ringo?" Doc rasies his eyebrows, it was more of a statement than a question. He turns to you a brief smirk on his face.

"Look Darlin', Johnny Ringo." Doc drawls, pointing towards Johnny slightly with his free hand. "The deadliest pistoleer since wild Bill they say."

After a few moments of Doc deciding weather or not he hates Ringo. He turns to Wyatt, a drunk smirk on his face. "Now I'm sure of it, I hate him."

Wyatt looks up at Doc than to you, then finally Johnny. "He's drunk." Doc looks at Wyatt with raised eyebrows before turning to look at you a with those intense blue-grey eyes. Doc brings the cup to his lips once again before speaking.

"In vino veritas."

Johnny was quick to reply. Surprising Doc and you.

"Age quod agis."