Tom Little

Name?

*lifts an eyebrow* Methuselah.

Right, yer real name?

Tom Little.  Daley, ya betta get this over wit quick, cuz I ain't in a good mood.

Sure . . . age?

Twenty-six.

Appearance?  Or do I jus’ write down ‘ugly as sin’ an’ save ya da trouble?

Yer hilarious, Daley. *would not stand out in a crowd, being neither particularly tall, nor particularly short with light brown hair and eyes a bit darker* *wears a dark brown bowler, tilted over his eyes, and a matching vest over a short sleeve shirt, and carries a cane*

What’s yer story?

Once upon a time, a guy named Tom Little had ta answer so many stupid questions, he finally decked somebody. *is ostensibly co-owner of the Nickel, although, in reality, he's as much under Beale's thumb as anyone else*

Dat da one yer tellin’ da bulls?

Bulls I stay away from. *escaped from Blackwell's Island in early February and, with rather suspicious speed, was recognized as Beale's partner only a week later*

Single tanight, or datin’?

When that becomes anybody's business, I'll share it. *has, in fact, several girlfriends around the city*

Any weapons? Ya drop ‘em on da table.

*lifts an eyebrow* Weapons? Harmless little me?

What’s yer game?

I play poker and I play it hard. *does indeed, and plays well even without cheating, although an unstacked deck is unheard of at the Silver Nickel* *has been out-manuevered only once at his own game - and is still planning to pay Straight back for it*

Anythin' else we should know?

Don't ya got woik ta do, Daley? *these days, spends most of his time, not at the Nickel, but at the headquarters of the River Cats Gang on the waterfront* *Daley estimates that his conflicting priorities are going to get him killed within a month, but the odds are closer to two*

Reason for leaving: Tom absconded with the Nickel´s funds in mid-July, shortly after Beale´s death.

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