Sticks and Skates [Wayhaught]

The One With The Plan

"I still do not quite understand what all the hussy fuss is," Doc says as he swirls his whiskey around his glass, holding his cards close to his vest.

They were gathered in the film room, Doc nursing his glass of whiskey with Wynonna's legs kicked up on his lap, the pair entrenched in a poker match with Rosita and Kate, Jeremy there for moral support.

"Hussy fuss? Really?" Wynonna snickered at him. "I know you're older than me, but geez can we not use words that haven't been used since the nineteenth century?"

Doc muttered under his mustache and knocked back the rest of his drink.

"Don't listen to her Henry, I like it," Rosita said, taking a peek at her own cards and tossing in her bet.

"The hussy fuss is that Nicole and Waverly a couple of big dumb morons," Kate remarked once she'd matched Rosita's offer, "no offense."

"Oh, none taken," Wynonna shrugged, "for someone who has the IQ of a certified genius, Waverly's an idiot."

Doc leaned over Wynonna's legs to reach the table, placing the fourth card on the board—ten of diamonds. He grunted again, "Check," he said, the next turn going to Rosita. "What does their stupidity have to do with anything?"

"It has everything to do with it," Wynonna told him, "both of them are stupid and stubborn and oblivious as hell which is what got them here. Haught started it when Legally Blonde came up in here, but Waverly was a child—it was pretty much inevitable."

"Yeah, Wynonna's right—check—though I will say that I thought if anyone would make it, it would've been those two," Rosita added.

"Hold up, let's not act like those two lovebirds are totally over, okay?" Kate arched an eyebrow at her cards, "As far as I'm concerned, Wayhaught is still very much endgame."

"Way-haught?" Doc asked, clearly befuddled. "What on earth is a Way-haught?"

"Does this whole out-of-touch thing ever get inconvenient for you?" Wynonna snorted.

"I'll have you know that I am very much in touch," the doctor said matter-of-factly, "just last week I purchased the album 1989 on compact disk."

"Yeah, not really helping your case there," she rolled her eyes, "wait—1989? Like Taylor Swift 1989?"

"Of course."

"Hmm. And that's something you, John Henry Holliday, enjoy?"

"Well, Miss Swift does know her way around funky pop beat—"

"—and her bridges could be tax write offs for infrastructure," Jeremy added from beside Wynonna, not playing, but just enjoying their company.

"Yes," Doc nodded enthusiastically. Wynonna couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Wait to you hear her other albums Doc, I think you're gonna love Reputation."

"You know, you'd think that, but I secretly think he's more of a folklore kinda guy," Kate chimed in.

"Woah, woah, woah," Rosita waved her hand, "how is it that I've known you for over half a decade and never knew about your Taylor Swift obsession?"

Doc just shrugged, smirking as the conversation continued to devolve into irrelevance.

"Alright, enough," Wynonna interrupted, quieting the room, "where were we?"

"Doc bought a Taylor Swift CD," Jeremy answered.