<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk59/Untamed_skies/bdcf3531-746f-4fc9-9b81-35e51e2eba18_zpsc75e54da.jpg) (http://s277.photobucket.com/user/Untamed_skies/media/bdcf3531-746f-4fc9-9b81-35e51e2eba18_zpsc75e54da.jpg.html)[</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Reid Lawson<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>none<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11, 1877<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>afternoon.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>A table near the bar inside Babel's Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lilah, open<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Reid's smile would fade a bit as Lilah spoke that she was more or less in the same boat as he was. While he didn't doubt it, it was a bit of a shame anyway. It wasn't easy scrapping by, living for each meal that came your way and worrying about when the next time you might eat would be. If you'd ever lay down in a bed again. Not to mention all the lovely low life running rampant that'd just as soon kill you for your meager share of dirt so he could be king of dirt. Reid often preferred to think of his situation as a temporary setback, the kind of thing that was minor and most got past. Course Reid had a few more advantages workin in his favor then Li-li did. He was a man, and he was a white man. Some men liked to hate for the sake of hatin, and he was certain he couldn't imagine how much harder it'd be scraping by with a bit of extra prejudice being tossed one's way. "I'd say if your cookin must be decent if its good enough, they're eatin it stead of rocks or bones," he said with a brightening smile. "Course I'm not much a cook myself, pretty much just burn meat on a stick, normally," he said with a light sigh.  He'd nod when she spoke that there wasn't much honest work to go round. Probably because the honest people weren't hanging around. Honest work, needed to come from honest people, willing to take honest chances, there was too much dog eat dog going on. It was a shame really.<br/><br/>His face would break in a great deal of surprise as she told him that he wasn't likely to get the attention of a whore with her around. Before he'd start laughing, he couldn't help it the statement was simply unexpected. He had no idea the type of impression he was making on her, but for a moment he was worried it was the wrong one. After a few moments of him getting a grip on himself he'd shake his head. "Don't know what kind of man you reckon I am but I ain't here for no whore," he said chuckling a bit more setting his drink down as he did so. "As a matter o'fact I'm here to sleep in a clean bed," he told her with a nod. "Don't got a place of my own, most of the time I'm just laying on a tent somewhere on the range," he explained what he meant by it. He supposed in a place full of whores, gambling, and free drinks going for a clean bed wasn't the expected answer. "Sleeping on a bed is rare, much less a less used one," he said before he'd laugh again. "So when I heard a new place was offering beds for the night I thought to myself it'd be best to sleep there the first couple nights and enjoy sleeping in a bed ain't been used for whoring yet," he finished explaining the way he was looking at it. Course if someone had their own bed they were sleeping in all the time, they didn't have that kind of worry. Or need to worry bout them stinking or guessing at the different stains that were on said bed. Reid didn't have that luxury, not countin that night of course. That night Reid have a real good luxury and he was looking forward too it. Might sleep lay it in late into the next day even.<br/><br/>"Course some decent food isn't bad either," he said still amused from the outrageous statement that had been made at his expense. Even if he was lonely enough to go looking for a whore for a night. Truth was he barely kept food in his and his brother's bellies. He didn't have the money to waste on that kind of entertainment. One of them needed to be thinkin about their well being and it certainly wasn't Dale or Levi that much was for sure. "If you don't mind me changin the topic, is there anybody specific you're usually finding work from," he asked her. "You don't look half as trampled as most people round these parts do," he said. She was cleaner then most, and she was pretty enough that she could probably avoid the honest work if she wanted too. Course that was him just assumin things after talkin to her a small while and looking at her. Just cause she was pretty, and kept a grip of herself didn't mean she was any better off then him. It was the opportunity he was looking for though. A chance to find somethin more regular and less temporary. He realized that talkin bout work might be the last thing she wanted to do, and he'd be happy to shift the conversation away again, but the thing about opportunity was you had to do some work yourself, couldn't just sit back and wait for it do the work for you. If she was in the same boat he was, then maybe she'd have the opportunity to keep it from rockin or sinkin.