<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>Margeurite, Harley, Open<br/><hr/>Miss Green chuckled, politely acknowledgeing Marguerite's own politeness – society most certainly insisted it was an intrusion, but proper manners permitted them under the correct circumstances... sometimes.  “Well, I'm glad your finding it to your liking,” she smiled.  She paused only a moment, ready to turn away without a loss of face or the appearance of someone needy for social contact.  At the invitation, she dithered for a moment, considering.<br/><br/>“Well, introductions are a more difficult matter than in politer society,” she agreed.  She gave a light chuckle.  “And I doubt anyone in town would call Gomorra polite or civilized... 'wilderness' is rather apt, though I think mother nature's beasts are possessed of greater kindness and charity than most who live in the Maze.  Everyone out here must... do their best to adapt.”  She gave a small shrug.  “<em>Aptissimus solum quisque superest </em>*”<br/><br/>“Ms. Maybelle Greene,” she smiled.  “And I would love to join you for tea.”  Her gaze turned back towards Harley, and she gave her a genuinely friendly smile.  For all her establishment's well trained staff might be eager to turn someone like Harley out, Ms. Greene never would.  She leaned closer to Harley for a moment, touching her hand in a friendly way without being entirely too presumptuous.  “A mutual friend left a letter for you.  I've been holding it til I saw you in town again.”  Her eyebrow lifted, not intending to say any more on the matter in public, but hoping her meaning was clear enough.  Then she turned back to Margeurite, laughing lightly.  “I'd hope that my staff would be up to such a challenge,” she smiled.  “Though there are some days I wonder.”<br/><br/>Then the polite conversation was interrupted, by the arrival of a bold gentleman intent on protecting Margeurite's honor while she was safely ensconced in the Golden Mare.  It was enough presumption on his part to make Maybelle's eyebrow lift imperiously, surprised but not impressed by his gall.  She was even less impressed by the way his eyes dove down Margeurite's bosom.  The insult-layered insistence on his escort, the presumption of such familiarity only made that eyebrow ratchet higher and higher, until even her iron will power couldn't keep a sharp, disbelieving laugh in check.<br/><br/>“Oh me, oh my,” she purred, her eyes narrowing like a cat that found its favorite new chewtoy.  “Well,<em>Mrs.</em>Landry, aren't we fortunate to live in a small, dingy kind of town where gentlemen appear out of the woodwork to escort us the long, treacherous distance up the stairs to our beds?”<br/><br/>She noted the other man – Goudeau, a dangerous sort of businessman – working his way so boldly up to the young Ginny Whateley, and kept an eye out from the corner of her eye.  Then Harley seemed all over the new arrival, and she smiled at her words.  Her eyes fairly danced with unvoiced laughter, and then Miss Greene turned back to the newly arrived soldier.  She was still silently shaking with laughter when Harley's eyes turned backtowards her, then her gaze slid towards Margeurite as well.<br/><br/>* Only the fittest survive<br/><br/>[OOC:  I will wait to post for Edward until after yesiroleplay and esclavage have a chance to reply]