<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/600full-kenneth-branagh.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Tommy Flanagan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9819558#msg9819558)<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, then outside<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Bella Capri<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"In that case, Miss Capri, I'll certainly catch you for the second show, but for now I'll try to find a little fresh air to fill with smoke. Besides, if we spend too much time together people might start to think us a couple despite the clear desirability difference, and it's bad for business if the crowd can't at least fantasize about the star attraction being single." He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it lightly. "To the start of a beautiful working relationship."<br/><br/>Tommy made his way outside, performing perfunctory tips of his hat to the few patrons who were kind enough to compliment him as he passed. By the time he made it outside the victim's body had been hauled away. Flocks of vultures could learn a thing or two from the citizens of Gomorra. He was able to piece together the events of the shootout from numerous eyewitnesses who took turns trying to top each other in their wild depictions of a blazing gun battle that had last nearly twenty minutes, and apparently left nearly a score of men dead. When you factored out the commonalities, though, a pretty clear picture emerged. That picture had a caption at the bottom that read "Don't mess with that Spooky feller". In smaller type below that it continued "Or that sheriff neither". And in fine print at the very bottom "Come to think of it, maybe just haul yer arse outta Gomorra entirely, if you got the means a' doing so."<br/><br/>Tommy lit his third cigarette from the butt of his second and drew deeply on the harsh smoke. There were days he'd pay a lot to be given that option.<br/><br/>