<div class="floatleft">(https://img.sharetv.com/shows/characters/large/godless.roy_goode.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character: Tom Horn<br/><br/>Location: Lola's Saloon Bar Area<br/><br/>Time of day: Evening<br/><br/>Tagging: Ashley<br/><br/>Mentioning: Lola, Desmond, White Bear, Rose<br/></strong><br/><hr/><br/>The atmosphere in the room did change, it was subtle but it was definitely there and wasn't lost on Tom. His eyes followed Ashley's looking over to the dark looking figure standing at the bar. Tom wasn't sure what it was but there was just something about him, something that put him on edge. Tom wasn't sure if it was his body language, his attire, the fact that he had never seen him before but it didn't seem to be any of those reasons, there was just something sinister about him.<br/><br/>The hairs on Tom's neck stood up watching the exchange between Lola and the new stranger, the exchange didn't look like anything untoward to most people watching but Tom knew better. He watched as Lola's normally penetrable cheery mood seemed to falter just a little. Her muscles tensed, her smile dropped and eyes narrowed. Most would never have picked up on it, but Tom knew her well enough to know that she almost never let that facade drop, it was her money making strategy.<br/><br/>His eyes glanced around, the other patrons continued to drink and cheer,, make noise and play cards as if nothing was different. The real give away that something was afoot was her girls. Glancing at Rose, it was clear she was keeping a close eye on proceedings, her one hand staying close to here thigh, obviously keeping it close to a conceeled weapon she had. Jasmine, kept walking past Lola and the stranger, lingering ever so slightly to make sure everything was ok. They were all subtle things, but things that Tom had picked up on, doing as her girls did and just kept his eyes on her, keeping a close watch on Lola.<br/><br/>The tall overpowering figure was not the only thing out of the ordinary in the Saloon, there seemed to be another stranger. Someone that seemed to be with the tall man. A native indian was keeping close by, obviously a lap dog of the man, every unsavory character always needed a lap dog and this only confirmed Tom's feelings, that something was not right. Tom knew the rule of no weapons at the Saloon, but over the days of him coming in, they had stopped searching him and stopped asking for his weapons. He just gently rested his hand on the hilt of his gun on his belt, his eyes darting from the ladies to Lola while his other hand continued to lift his glass of whiskey.<br/><br/>Tom also kept an eye on the lovely blonde, Jasmine, she always seemed to get his attention as she floated through the saloon, speaking to one patron then another, getting a drink bought for her most of the time. It seemed like the men were oblivious to her charm, not noticing how many men were truly interested in her. It was a gift she had, to make the men think that they were the only ones in the room with her. Tom just smiled as she disappeared with men every now and then, coming back with the sweet smell of perfume. Tom had vowed to never pay for any such services, he was temped at times but he wanted it to be something more than just a job. He wanted there to be a connection, passion and love between them, that could never really be achieved when there was money on the table.<br/><br/>He noticed her wave and kiss she blew to him. He returned the smile and gave her a wink in return. She knew he constantly watched her as she worked the room. It wasn't a creepy staring, more of an admiration. He admired that she had her goals and worked hard to achieve it. If you have a gift, you had to use it. Times were not easy and you had to take advantage of everything you could. Tom's eyes drifted back over to Lola, watching as her demeanor changed once more, checking herself and switching back to her hostess mode. ''Everything okay sweetie? Did you want another drink?'' Those words snapped him out of his gaze, he never noticed Jasmine coming back to his table. ''Oh, yes, another drink would be amazing thank you Jasmine.'' he said with a soft smile, his replied, clearly not expecting her to be there at that time. His eyes moved from Lola to look deep into Jasmine's eyes, ''Thank you.'' he repeated. A genuine thank you that seemed more than a simple thank you for a drink.