Tombstone Estate

[Doc Holliday]

Location: Planet Denver, Colorado system, Liberty space

John Holliday was dressed in his best suit as he sat in the luxury restaraunt on Denver's capital city. It was a common yet professional attire as he so often wore in public. He knew that Midori would arrive at any time and as well as he knew her, he was still nervous. In the course of a few minutes, he pulled out his gold pocket watch at least a dozen times to check the time. As he put it away the last time, he saw her at the hostess podium.

Seeing her, he stood up to seat her but had the chance to watch her walk towards him. She was in a white and red traditional dress that was cut just a couple of inches to the floor. While the dress flowed elegantly from the waist down, it showed off her well proportioned figure as well. Her long, black hair flowed over her shoulders and her sweet smile could have lit a dark room. A red chryanthemum showed through her hair, the stem tucked over her left ear. Mesmorized by her shear beauty, he never paid much attention to the many male patrons who eyed her as she walked in.

"Konnichiwa, Sweetheart," she said as she walked up to him and gave him a hug. As they seperated, he just held her hand and scanned her up and down, "just let me admire you for a moment, Dahlin'. You are absolutely radiant tonight." Before he sat her down, he kissed her hand like a chivalrous knight.

"I have so missed you, Dahlin'," he said as the waitress came to the table.
"May I start you with a drink, Ma'am?" she asked Midori.
"Yes, I start with some sparkling water, please," she requested through her smile.
"And you, Sir?" the waitress asked.
"I'll have the same," he answered. The waitress nodded with an "OK" and left to get their drinks.

The doctor and Midori took each other's hands on the table as they began to chat.
"So how was your trip here?" she asked.
"Not bad I guess, considering the pirates in California," he replied, "they remind me of why I usually avoid Liberty space." He then returned the question, "And how have your efforts been going?"
"Lot of work," she answered, "I hope it doesn't go on too much longer."
"I know the feeling," Doc responded immediately, remember the harrowing journey he took to get in good amongst fellow Zoners. "I just hope that you didn't have to deal with many pirates."
"No, no," she answered, "I ran into one but he was quite polite."

Doc just looked at her with a "you've got to be kidding me look" when she said that.
"Polite?" he asked.
"Yes, polite," she answered.
"And where was this polite pirate?" he asked.
"Texas system," she said, "he was a Rogue I think. Yes, he was a Rogue."
"Well, Dahlin', every Rogue I encounter in Liberty wants tax, even though I've never bothered them."
"That because you not a woman," shot back Midori with a grin.
He then just put his hands out to his sides and up and jokingly sneared, "because you're not a woman. Go figure." Then he got serious.
"That could also be your undoing so do be careful," he finished.

Then, the drinks arrived and after a quick glance at the menu, orders were placed. Doc ordered himself a medium cooked t-bone steak with all the fixings and Midori ordered up a plate of fish. As they waited, the continued chatting away.
"Did you ever hear back from that Outcast you told me about?" inquired Doc.
"No," she answered, "haven't seen him since. He said they have interest in me but he not harm me," she explained.
Doc just nodded and closed the subject with, "Lets keep this quiet. Even a friend amongst what many consider the enemy can be quite helpful."

"How about the situation on Canaria?" asked Midori, "the one involving Bretonia?"
"I'm still trying to make sense of it," was the answer. "For now, I wouldn't concern myself with it."

The restaraunt was a buzz with chatting patrons and soft dinner music being played by a live orchestra towards the back. Over their meal, they enjoyed each other's company and chatted even after the food was concerned. They then toasted each other with a glass of Gallic wine. It was expensive and hard to get but it was available.
"The Gallic Royals are good for something I guess," sneared Doc, his dislike of the Royals quite evident.
"John, behave yourself!" she ordered.

After a couple of dances and settling the bill, they left arm in arm for one of the fine hotels on Denver. Doc had reserved a luxury suite and requested solitude. As the door closed from them entering the room, the "Do Not Disturb" sign was hung on the door and it locked shut.

*more to come*

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