<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Mayor_cochran.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Mayor Cochran<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Sweetrock<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Babel's Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Matthew Ford, Bella<br/><hr/>He smiled at the deliberate little flash of stocking, the curl of his lip making the waxed tips of his moustache curve.  “Oh, no, I can<em>assure</em>you the pleasure is all mine,” he returned, releasing her hand and leaning his hip against the bar.  “And it is very kind of you to inquire.  Though I must confess, I’m jealous Mr. Solomon had commissioned you for … a public venue.  I’d be far more interested in a private showing of your qualities as an entertainer.”  He set a half finished glass of whiskey down, reaching for another and taking a draught.<br/><br/>“After the last week of unpleasantness,<em>anyone</em>who can banish such unpleasantness - whether for a few seconds or for a few hours - is going to be welcome in Gomorra.  Panem et circenses!  Panem et circenses, Gomorra was built upon them.”  He chuckled ruefully.  He gestured to the booth which a waiter had finally managed to clear for him.  “If you care to cool your heels before your show, I shall be right over there, enjoying Mr. Abraham’s generous fare.”  He spotted Ginny’s flute of wine out of the corner of his eye, and slid a double eagle from inside his jacket pocket.  “Glasses of wine, for myself and my new acquaintance,” he ordered, taking one from the bartender’s hand a moment later and beginning to thread his way through the crowd.