<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/my%20avatars/doomtown7av_zps641b8122.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>There have been a few rumors but who listens to those<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Soddom, the Rougher's Diamond<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Chin Wei-Lun<br/><hr/>Whenever men got a little power -- whether it was money or social status or even physical prowess -- they seemed to fall into two categories. There were those who had to flaunt it, boss people around and bully and intimidate, and some like Lee just plain try to scare you because they can or because it makes their cocks hard. The Sweetrock folks were in this category. They couldn't let a body draw a breath of air  or have a moment of peace without trying to take a piece of it. Then there was the other kind of powerful man, the kind that didn't have to make a show to be heard or be effective. Jack was like that. She found herself stealing glances at the muscular man sitting next to her, wondering what kind he was. She got the feeling he was the latter. He'd no doubt bust you up if he needed to but it would just be business.<br/><br/><em>Pretty face. Nice teeth. I think you are the one I’m waiting for...</em>She smiled a little in spite of herself, not because of the flattery but because all this talk about her teeth was getting downright comical.<br/><br/>"Yes he does," Lilah confirmed, shifting her eyes back to the field. "The miner suggests a meeting, in a neutral place, he brings a lieutenant and the fisherman brings a lieutenant and that's it. He just wants to keep it friendly and simple. And the sooner the better."<br/>