<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/Sloane_zps29c9cdf3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Deacon Sloane<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Casino Morongo<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Christian, Matthew, Ginny, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Whether or not Specter was aware of it – though Sloane had a feeling that little escaped a gunslinger with his reputation  - Yanko had the man in his sights, ready to but a bullet through his head on his boss’ say so, now that things were heating up at the bar.  Sloane had little doubt the ugly turn that eventuality would inflict upon on the day’s business, so he hoped such a thing would prove unnecessary.  Thankfully, Specter seemed to make a decision, finally tipping his trail worn hat once again in Sloan’s direction before speaking.<br/><br/><em>"Words aint always my friends, mister, as it can be clear ta see," Christian gave Sloane the barest of smiles(snip) "But, I don't threaten men, I gun'm down. Tell ya what, you need a man like me, let me know. Fer the right price, I'll happily bear Reaper on whoever ya like." </em><br/><br/>“Yes, yes, you’ve made that abundantly clear,” Sloane replied, unimpressed, as he poured himself another drink.  As far as he was concerned, a man that went out of his way to make a point over and over was just bragging, or fishing for a compliment.  Sloane preferred to let his actions speak for him and hang the consequences.<br/><br/>Thankfully, Ginny chose that moment to intervene, pulling her attention away from her fancy dealing tricks to engage Specter in a game of witty banter.  Sloane admired the skillful way she played the gunslinger with as much finesse as she shuffled her cards, buttering him up like an Easter ham.  He also appreciated having Specter’s attention diverted away from him for a moment.  Helluva thing to deal with first thing in the morning when you hadn't even gotten a few hours of shut eye.  As Ginny finally talked the gunslinger into a game at her table with Matthew, he mentally breathed a sigh of relief.  Sleep was in sight.  That is, until Specter summoned him to the table as well, with a wave of his hand, no less.<br/><br/>Catching the gesturein his peripheral vision, with his shot glass halfway to his mouth, Sloane turned his head towards Ginny’s table with an icy look, arching one eyebrow. “It’s Mr.<em>Sloane</em>,” he said, emphasizing the name, “and who you are and what you do notwithstanding Mr. Specter,<em>no one</em>orders me about in my own place as if I were a<em>dog</em>, you hear me?”  Lifting the glass to his lips, Sloane tossed the shot back in one decisive gesture and turned the glass upside down hard on the bar.<br/><br/>“Now, would you like a blowjob while you’re playing cards, Specter?” Sloane asked, turning to face the table as he switched gears.  “First one’s on the house.  And don’t worry, I ain't offerin' personally.”<br/><br/><br/>