<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0b/Msgreene.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Miss Maybelle Greene<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Golden Mare<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>Miss Greene rose from her seat as soon as Ginny was reaching for the teapot, her eyes already flashing.  Edward’s comment about her being a whoremonger barely registered – the woman had been called far worse, and far more creatively.  But the spectacle was certainly<em>not</em>the sort of thing the Golden Mare was known for; those who wanted a rowdy night could find plenty of entertainment elsewhere in Gomorra.<br/><br/>“<em>Virginia Whateley</em>,” scolded Ms. Greene, in a tone that would have made Virginia’s mother proud.  There was a cluck that followed it, and very nearly a finger wag, and she tossed an icy glance towards the southern ‘gentleman’ retreating towards the door.  “I expect better of you.”  Though whether she was referring to Virginia’s less than demure behavior or the suitor who’d managed to make such a fool of herself was uncertain.  Edward she was happy to simply snub – denying his very existence as the only possible polite recourse after his outburst.<br/><br/>She gazed around the room, noting Virginia and Goudeau apparently on course to an exit together, and then glanced back towards Margeurite and Harley with a sigh.  It<em>had</em>been a nice teapot, but she didn't care to present any sort of appearance that she was anything but unconcerned by the loss of such a simple item.<br/><br/>“Perils of trying to run respectable establishments in an frontier town,” she sighed, adjusting her skirts as if considering whether she should sit again.  She offered them both a smile, instead.  “I should – go attend to som business matters.  We should all have breakfast together, soon.”<br/>