<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/Sloane_zps29c9cdf3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Deacon Sloane<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd , 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gomorra Town Hall<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Intent on crossing the town square to return to the casino - but not so tired to keep from enjoying the Morongo’s location right across the hub from the Town Hall, where it was a thorn in the side of Gomorra’s high and mighty, but far too successful for them to say anything - Sloane almost missed Lady Elizabeth speaking to him, let alone standing so close.<br/><br/><em> "I have a new shipment of the H. Upmanns in, Mr. Sloane, still sealed and fresh.”</em><br/><br/>Sloane stopped and turned to look at her, nodding in acknowledgement of both her presence and her offer, covering up the pain that flared in his shoulder at the motion.  “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Miss Byole,” he replied, though he was well stocked for the moment.  Still, it might be worth getting another box or two for his best clients.<br/><br/><em>Her glare did not seem to faze them so she turned on her heel, stepping up to walk with Mr. Sloane. "If you come by later I also have the items you wanted to help with that condition one of your 'ladies' has... good day Mr. Sloane."</em><br/><br/>“If you want to see me personally, then it’ll have to be later in the day,” Sloane told her, never altering his pace.  “I’ve yet to see my bed.  Otherwise I can send a boy ‘round to pick it up if you like. And the cigars as well. Until later, Miss Boyle.”<br/><br/>Saved from the need to continue the conversation when he was dog tired and not quite sober by the arrival of the ever exuberant Mr. Mycroft, Sloane left them both behind and walked back to the casino to catch a few hours sleep before the noontime crowd arrived.<br/>