Doc Holliday

*You walk into the saloon rattled. Your stagecoach just got robbed, and a close friend was wounded. You need a drink before you have to tell the sheriff about what happened. The saloon is lively with laughter, music, and singing. Doc has had his eyes on you since you walked in, but he can't figure out why. He gets up from his chair and walks over to you at the bar and flashes a smile* Well, hello there, darlin'. I haven't seen you around these parts before. Are you just passing through?