<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 would keep his smile as the girl who introduced herself as Li-li seemed to hesitate. Of course he couldn't be sure why she might. Maybe she did recognize the Lawson name and was attributing it to Dale. Loud drunks as he was had a habit of getting their name around after all. "Well it's mighty fine to make your acquaintance Ms. Li-Li," he said nodding as she took his hand and introduced herself. He did repeat himself, but then it felt weird to make a proper introduction be the one where he called her just Miss. Her nickname played further into her asian heritage, but it was pretty evident just from the way she dressed her self, and her voice wherever her parents might have been from. She was as western as anyone else round the area. While there were a lot of folks who got caught up in the details, what someone looked like, how they sounded. Reid never saw much a point to getting all flustered or suspicious, least not until they had a gun pointed at your head. If he could love his dirty cheatin drunk of a brother, he could like anyone. He let most give him a reason to dislike them.<br/><br/>Reid's head would tilt just a bit as his curiosity was sparked as Li-li got to talking. He was happy despite the guarded look she had about her she was electing to remain being civil. Still lovely as she was, she didn't strike him as the type of girl that let her body get bought. Maybe she was one of them working types? "There is plenty free round here," he said with a bit of a chuckle pausing to sip at his drink. "Trouble is, what's given for free ain't exactly the kind of gift you want to be gettin," he explained. There was plenty of hate given freely without doin a bit to earn it. Lot of killin, lot of fighting, lot of dirt, really there was abundance of a lot of negative in Gomorra, didn't cost a thing to have a bit of it come your way. Course it wasn't all that way, nor was it all bad. You just needed to be capable of reaching out and taking hold of the good stuff when it was available to ya.<br/><br/>When she flashed him a grin and asked what he did for a living he'd find himself leaning back in his seat. "That's not a real easy question to answer," he said. "I suppose the honest answer is that I'm lookin' for  something worth makin a livin outta," he said pausing. A living was the kind of thing you did permanently, sometimes exclusively. The kid of work that allowed you a place to rest your head. It was a good sign, the fact she was asking him what he did for a living suggested she hadn't heard of his brother. "I came from a ranch in Colorado and know my way round a farm," he said with shrug taking another sip from his drink. "As it is, any work available's, good as the rest of it," he explained. He could go into detail with his life story, but everyone round these parts had a story. Most of them weren't the kind of stories you listened for fun neither. Sides the company was friendly, there was no need to go spoiling it. "How about you Ms. Li-li, you make a livin round these parts," he asked her. The curious look back on his face.