Fynn came in later, smiling as he heared the music and careful not to disturb Doc at the piano.
He looked over to Olsen, catching his gesturing wink and heading over to where the barkeeper had reserved a table back in a corner.
He grinned even broader as he could see past the little crowd of listeners to where Walker was standing next to Doc Holliday and decided just to sit down and wait. Little enough free time he could spend here at the Cantina recently after all. Simply ordering a glass of wine he settled, paused as he was abut to open his notepad and deliberately put it away again. He wondered if Doc knew exactly how soothing his play was.
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