What's up, Docteur?

[Doc Holliday]

Doc sat at the table, still flipping cards when gruff looking man walked into the room. Doc had a bottle on the table at his side of red fluid, the half-full glass next to it. In his robes, Doc looked up and acknowledged the arrival of Lelouch and his companion.

"Bonjour, Monsieur," he spoke perfectly, "Bienvenue a Freeport 10. J'espère que vous trouverez ce satisfaisant."
(//I do hope you find it satisfactory.)
He then motioned to some chairs at the table as he stood, dropping the cards on the table, "Please, have a seat."

Doc was unsure of what to expect. He had heard of the Maquis and there brutal tactics. While he didn't fear them, he did maintain a level of respect for them. After all, they had a common hatred and if he did things right, they would be able to help one another.

"May I offer you both a drink?" he asked them. "I have quite the variety. Rum from Omicron Gamma, Ale from Liberty, Bretonian Scotch, Rheinland beer and...." he held the bottle up a bit, "Coalition Vodka...a favorite of mine." He put it back down, "I even have some hard to find liquors like Blood Wine. If I don't have it here, I'll have it brought in."

He allowed the two to get comfortable with their surroundings before offering more. Once they got to the table, he offered his hand in friendship, "Dr. John Henry Holliday. It's an honor to meet you both."

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