[[ white oaks, new mexico ]]
[ "what do y'feel like drinkin'?" ]
It's more of a hovel than a hotel, but Kate doesn't particularly care -- she's enamored with the (hideous) decor.
(If she were less intoxicated, she'd be more impressed that she and Doc and their bags made it to the top of the stairs and into the matchbox-sized room ( Read more... )
It's more of a hovel than a hotel, but Kate doesn't particularly care -- she's enamored with the (hideous) decor.
(If she were less intoxicated, she'd be more impressed that she and Doc and their bags made it to the top of the stairs and into the matchbox-sized room ( Read more... )
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Doc drops his bag next to the 'couch' and drops himself onto it.
He eyes the...saddle.
"We promised Bill n'horses and I think that counts as'a horse."
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"S'a horse accessory -- I don't think that's the same."
A glance at Doc.
"Is it? You're th' stablema ... stablemah ... you're in charge of -- "
Her vague wave indicates horses, clearly, before she points at the horse embroidered on the throw pillow she's still holding in one hand.
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Doc glances around the room.
"S'not authen'ic, all this...fringe."
He waves his hand around at the room.
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A pause as she gives the saddle another once-over.
"Nope, not gonna."
She turns to Doc.
"Oh, no -- you hate it?"
The pillow gets a protective hug and a consoling downward glance.
"Don't listen to him, I like you."
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