He was definitely her Prince Charming, that's for sure. Doc Holliday could make the ladies (and even some men) swoon if he tried. But whenever he opened his mouth to talk to her, she'd listen and believe every word. There weren't a whole lot of times she didn't. Not now anyway.

Downing the second, she drops her head forward and lets the alcohol burn its way down her throat and warm her belly. Good thing Wynonna wasn't at the point of passing out, but puking was a possibility if she cut herself off now. So, she pulls her face up again and shakes her head.

"God that's nasty," she murmurs, sliding off the chair to stand up. When she's sure her legs won't give out, she starts strolling and looking around the place, ending up a few feet away from him to look at some pictures on the wall. "Some abandoned houses. I also grabbed a few items out of the new arrival box at the boarding house. I got this sexy-looking trucker shirt in extra extra large that we might be able to double up as a tent when it gets a bit warmer."

If Doc looks her way in time he'll catch the sassy wink.

"So, where are you staying then?" she asks, genuinely curious. He spoke of making the hooch with someone named Raylan. Did that mean they were living together, too?