<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Stoker.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Abraham Solomon<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>Open, (greets Avery)<br/><hr/>Abraham wandered around the foyer of Babel's Tower with a wide, bright smile plastered on his face.  Gently greeting people as he kept his eyes on everything going on.  Free booze and cheap soiled doves was bound to draw business but it also increased the likelihood that people would start brawlin'.  So long as the fighting happened outside, Solomon really didn't care if people decided to bash each others heads in.<br/><br/>Solomon took in the form the man that paused to greet him.  He nodded, his smile unchanging though it didn't reach his steel gray eyes.  “Thank you, sir.  I'm thrilled with the turnout.”  He gestured vaguely around the room.  “I do so hope you enjoy your stay this evening.  Soon, Miss Montgomery will be singing and Mr. Flanagan will be accompanying her on the piano.”  He informed the new patron with pleasure that wasn't feigned.  “Later tonight, we will see a wonderful performance from the lovely Miss Capri.”<br/><br/>Excusing himself from the new patron, he scanned the crowd once again.  His smile faded turning all the way into a frown as he spotted one of his soiled doves seated on a patrons lap.  Catching her eye, he waved her over.  Gripping her arm, his eyes narrowed at the woman in front of him.  “Take your client out of this room.”  He hissed quietly.  “You know the rules.  None of you do your work in the front room.”  He reminded her and let her arm go.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened and her face paled at his admonishment.  Quickly, she bobbed her head in a nod and murmured her apologies at her employer.  Sauntering back to her client, she offered him a beaming smile and took his hand, gently guiding him from the room.<br/><br/>Turning his attention back to the crowd, his winning smile returned and he casually greeted more guests.  He inclined his head graciously as a waitress offered him booze.  Taking the glass, he walked over to the small stage and stepped onto it.  He tapped his glass several times until he had everyone's attention.<br/><br/>“Ladies and Gentleman, thank you all for joining me for the grand opening of Babel's Tower.”  His deep voice quieted the rest of the patrons though the waitresses and bartender continued their work quietly.  “Tonight, there is an extra special treat for everyone to enjoy.  Babel's Tower is offering a complimentary southern barbeque.  Shortly, we will all be enjoying a meal near and dear to my heart: ribs, pulled pork, some delightful cheesy grits and, of course, mouth watering corn bread.”  As he spoke of the food, he allowed his natural southern drawl to ring in his voice. He paused a moment and several cheers rose up from the patrons.  “Also, for tonight only, New Moon's own Miss Annabel Montgomery will be singing, accompanied by Mr. Tommy Flanagan on the piano.”  His smile widened at that announcement.  “Even later in the evening in the backroom, the lovely and talented Miss Bella Capri will be performing.”  He paused again and chuckled, “Well, I'm certainly not going to give away her performance but I will say that it's one of a kind here in Gomorra!”  He gestured around and beamed another bright smile to the crowd, “Please enjoy yourselves!”  His announcement complete, he stepped off the stage, letting everyone get back to the task of drinking as much free booze as they wanted.