It's the 1880s in Tombstone, Arizona. Doc Holliday, along with friends Wyatt Earp and Morgan Earp, and a few other men, sat at a farotable in The Oriental. Virgil Earp wasn't in the Saloon at the moment.

One of the Saloon girls were singing a song while someone else played the piano. It helped with the ambience. It was better than silence.

The barman was handing out whiskeys, beers, drinks that a normal guy, or gal, would drink.

Holliday was rather focused on the game his eyes flicking to his cards, but sometimes his eyes flicked to you interestingly.