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[center][h1][color=c4df9b]Jeanette 'Mosi' Crane[/color][/h1]
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Location:  The Almack's.[/center]
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 In reality Mosi was just on the verge of going right out here and slap Rutherford across the face. Alright 'slap' was a weak word about her desires. She was barely holding from walking over and punch his lights out.  Such a weak person... an underhanded, pathetic, rotten, shitty, pig, cockroach of a person! Her tongue was still struggling behind her closed mouth and very angry locked eyebrows under the veil. Still she registered Virginia's words and turned towards her friend again.[color=c4df9b]” I'd recommend Ernest, but not sure he will agree to it... though I'm pretty sure my mother won't object to such a chance...”[/color] Mosi added with a sigh.

 [color=c4df9b]“Alright, I will inform them about this later, it's not like this will be the first or last time I spend a night out.”[/color] Mosi smirked with pleased expression. Her father accepted her free spirit and desire to do what she wanted. To the point he didn't make any problem if she spend the time out doing whatever she was doing, he never asked and she was grateful for that. Her mother was another story though.[color=c4df9b]” We will have to decide on it fast...” [/color]She stated, looking about for Fyror.

[color=c4df9b] “It's such a pity this happens to such a fine man, such as Fyror. I told him he's way to easily affected by the opinions of others and that he should consider them less...”[/color] She stated with a sigh[color=c4df9b].” I'd go to talk to him, but it will only frankly make the matters worse for the moment. He needs to sort things out in his head first... Tomorrow is another matter though. I need to allow him to experience the bliss of drinking his worries away. Virginia, if you excuse me for a moment, I need to go to invite Fyror over for a visit to my home tomorrow. I will return in a little.”[/color] She explained, nodded with a smile towards her friend and headed towards the direction of the exit where she was saw Fyror heading. She suddenly got the huge urge to smoke. Might as well do that also when she finds Fyror, she had her pipe and tabaco strapped to her right hip under the dress.[color=c4df9b][i]' I still think a buffalo robe would have done a better job...'[/i][/color] She thought in walking.