<div class="floatleft">(https://makeupmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Grand-Budapest_Madame_800x1200.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b5/d4/44/b5d444c83a42cf0db3d0db2d6db691db.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong><br/>&lt; - <strong>Eugenia Jordan</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13111122#msg13111122) | <strong>Renee Simone</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13111123#msg13111123) - &gt;<br/><strong>Date:</strong><br/>April 1st, 2017<br/><strong>Time:</strong><br/>Around noon<br/><strong>Where:</strong><br/>Atrium, not far from the elevators of the Antony<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Sara McComb and Pepe<br/><strong>Summary:</strong><br/>People Watching<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/>Light, Conversation<br/></div><br/><hr/><br/>Sara's words might have been reassuring to a great many who held anything remotely close to dislike for animals, but not Eugenia.  The words that came from the young woman's mouth fell upon deaf ears when it came to the older woman, who only looked a little more mistrustful of the girl and the pup.  As she looked on, with an appearance of absolute disdain and displeasure, Alice was the complete opposite by design.<br/><br/>“It iz a pleazure to meet you!” She said with the patented charming smile.  “I am Renee, and this iz Eugenia.”<br/><br/>A hard, swift little swing of the cane came, colliding sharply with Alice's shin.  She jumped, hiding the discomfort as she had so often while clenching her fists.  “Forgive me...  This iz Mrs. Eugenia Jordan.” She said, looking slightly embarrassed.<br/><br/><em>Hit me with that motherfucking cane one more time, you old hag...  One more motherfucking time...</em><br/><br/>Then came the arrival of others, and Alice could not help but to take a sort of sadistic pleasure in seeing that the new arrival was accompanied by not one, but two of Eugenia's dislikes.<br/><br/>She looked horrified in her seat, a look of mild disgust that was undeniable.  Further into her chair she retreated, holding the cane closer to her person as a shield and weapon.  “Nasty little things...” She murmured in a tone that was soft, but loud enough under her breath to carry.  “What the hell sort of dog pound and orphanage did they dump me into?  It'll be a miracle if I live to the end of the week with all these... things...”<br/><br/>Alice gave an embarrassed look as she extended her hand, seemingly trying to clear up the damage.  “Forgive her.” She said in the french accent.  “She iz a bit... how you say... grumpy.  Her nap did not go too well.”<br/><br/>Another vicious little swing came to Alice's legs, clearly struggling to keep a look that was charming, polite, when she only wanted to choke the old woman.  “I am Renee, and this iz Mrs, Eugenia Jordan.” She said.  “We are in ze Antony.”