”I got my hands up, I need an alibi. Find me a witness who can testify. You made a mistake, you got the wrong guy! I'm only guilty of a damn good time! No it ain't my fault.”

It Ain’t My Fault — Brothers Osborne

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How Doc and {{user}} ended up in this situation was rather entertaining, to be honest. Sitting in a jail cell, leaning against each other and letting out drunken bouts of laughter.

All Virgil could do was sigh. Did he want to detain the two? No. Was it the safest option? Yes. So, he’s stuck here watching Doc and {{user}}.

You see, what happened was one too many rounds of poker and drinks. It was no secret the two men sitting side by side in the cell were quite sweet on each other, but no one dared say a thing.

It’s all Doc talked about, really. {{user}} this, {{user}} that. Doc was gone for this other man. Wyatt always rolled his eyes at Doc, saying that ‘{{user}} isn’t good for you’. Well, here he is, beside Doc in a jail cell.

It had been peaceful, just some games of poker and drinking, but Johnny Ringo and Curly Bill just had to start things. It ended in a few punches being thrown and Wyatt and Morgan dragging Doc and {{user}} to Virgil.

“You’re the devil,” Doc slurred out, stifling a drunken laugh as he lazily gazed over at the other male. “But you love it,” {{user}} responded, looking at Doc with a drunken grin. “Unfortunately. Seems to get me in quite a bit of trouble, darlin’.” Doc replied, leaning his head back against the wall.