<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Stoker.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Abraham Solomon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9811695#msg9811695)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>None<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Babel's Tower Foyer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ginny, Open, Notices Spooky<br/><hr/>Much like Ginny, Abraham kept the false, overly bright smile plastered to his face as she worked hard to convince him to change his mind.  Her overt attempts to sway his mind fell short with him but, to be polite, his eyes trailed her body quickly.  He had no doubt that she was a beautiful woman that could have almost any man that she set her sights on.  He just wasn't one of them.<br/><br/>“I've made my offer, Miss Whateley.  It's certainly your right to accept it or refuse it.”  He stated simply, the smile still on his face.  “If it's simply a matter of working a table every night, I would be glad to work out a less distressing schedule for you.  It would, regrettably, need to be consistent.”  He paused a moment and then shook his head, “There would be no requirements of a uniform.  You can even take the breaks offered for an outfit change should you desire it.”<br/><br/>Just as she did, he turned his attention to the singer.  He rather enjoyed Miss Capri's performance.  If he had his way, he would be able to simply sit at a table and watch the woman sing.  The arts were one of the few things that he still enjoyed in life.<br/><br/>Ginny speaking again brought his attention from the stage and to the young Whateley next to him.  “Ah, yes.  Unfortunately we had to change plans as Miss Montgomery fell ill.”  He seemed rather disappointed by the fact himself.  “She sent last minute word with the youngsters and Miss Capri altered her plans so the show could go on.  When she recovers, I would be happy to have her perform.”<br/><br/>He stiffened as the gunshots from outside filled his foyer with noise and he edged closer to the bar.  For the first time in awhile, his beaming smile fell and his face hardened. For a moment, Ginny could see a face as terrifying as a hungry lion from the man that had just been all goodwill smiles.<br/><br/>“If you'll excuse me, Miss Whateley.”  He said flatly before walking away from the young woman. His steely eyes began sweeping the room, seeking any other indication of trouble.  It didn't take much to get people riled and he wasn't going to let fights, be it with fist or guns, happen inside on his opening night.<br/><br/>Just as he reached the bar, he spotted Christian and his eyes narrowed.  He scrutinized the hardened gunslinger for a moment, his steel gray eyes sized up the new arrival quickly.  Turning away from the newcomer, a curl at the corner of his mouth, he addressed Mr. Flanagan and Miss Capri.  “Another number, if you would.”  He made sure that his voice carried over the sudden quiet in the bar.  “And I believe we still have a bit yet on the free drinks.”  He reminded his patrons and his waitresses.  The best way to avoid more violence was to offer up some other source of entertainment.