<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 cock his head and give her a smile as she spoke about hoping his brother understood how lucky he was to have someone like Reid. "I reckon that's the type of luxury you go takin' for granted til it's gone," he said. Oddly enough there wasn't the sound of any bitterness to his voice. "If he's real lucky, he'll never have to wise up neither," he added. "I heard a sayin' a long time ago, that went,<em>ignorance is bliss</em>, and bless his heart he's full of bliss right now," he said with a laugh as he explained his view on it. Though it did get stressful and tiring, Reid felt he did understand his brother. Realized it'd take something real bad to get him to straighten his act. Reid preferred that kind of thing didn't happen to be frank, and therefore was happy his brother hadn't had cause to wise up to the world around him.<br/><br/>As the gunshots sounded outside, Reid would glance with Lilah towards the entrance. His hand instinctivly gripping hold of his gun. While Reid wasn't eager to figt, it didn't mean he hadn't done so in the past. He wasn't fond of killin', hated it in fact. But he was in Gomorra and his brother was a dirty drunk and a fighter. It was rare it had come to that, but Reid knew what he was doing.  It was about where you shot them usually. Course if any shot could be fatal if the fella couldn't afford a doctor to get their wounds cleaned proper. Still givin' them a fighting chance was better then flat out killin em right?<br/><br/>Reid's eyes would turn back to her as she spoke again and he found himself nodding once more. "Careful with talk like that, far as I've found, you go temptin' fate, fate'll call your bluff every time," he said. Fate was a greedy sort of thing, and if you wagered with it, more oft' then not you regretted doing so. "I reckon it starts with your ability to recognize opportunity," he said. Glancing around the bar. There were rich folks high town gentlemen with their owned business's and their desires to enjoy their vices. Now he wasn't a mind reader, but he could bet a fair amount those men didn't see Gommorra as all that bad. It was all about how you set yourself up. "I'd say makin' a new friend, brightens up this town," he said with a smile as she introduced herself as Lilah. "Lilah eh," he said with a smile. Testing out her name on his tongue and getting a feel for it as he spoke.  "It'd make sense you'd have a pretty name to match a pretty face," he said with a nod. "The feelin' is mutual, I'll certainly be lookin' forward to our next encounter," he said. Pleasant type of company wasn't as common as he'd prefer it to be. They were even rarer in a place serving free drinks in a random encounter. But it wasn't to say those encounters didn't exist, and Reid had come to the Tower lookin' for opportunity didn't he? Not quite what he'd been expectin' but, it was good company all the same.