<strong>Forever Young</strong><br/><br/>"No dogs!" the woman was quick to reply as soon as Horlicks was brought in, her tone quickly souring any beauty the thirtysomething woman might possess.  Her eyes slowly worked their way up from Horlicks to SJ, "I don't do d-" but the look of the homeless girl quickly cut off her words.  "Oh, good Lord!"  She strutted her way over more closely, giving SJ a closer examination with a look of disgust, before looking over to Vincent with a glance that said that she understood everything, but it disgusted him.  "Three hundred dollars," she said to Vincent, now ignoring SJ.  "I can fix her up, but not for less than three hundred, and you'll keep her mutt outside."