Izzy  is picking up her ‘winnings’ as Camelia walks by. She feels her heart rate quicken as her friend stops to heckle the boys a bit, and her stomach starts to flip-flop when that tattooed lady gives her a little wink. The boys go slack jawed and tilt their heads to the side as Cammy saunters off to the food wagon.<br/><br/>Isabella had a crush on Camelia since they first met. One night of drunken off -key caterwauling had been enough for her to have an interest in the other woman.   However, when Cammy gave Izzy her first tattoo some …year and a half ago, things changed.  Izzy flat out was in love with the other woman and was far too shit scared to say a damn word. She’d never risk their friendship to gamble for something ‘more’, and she’d never betray Cammy’s trust by simply hinting or joking at it and reading her mind.<br/><br/><br/>Percy nudges ‘boner-pants’ in the ribs as he whistles. “Good god…the things I’d do to that broad.”<br/><br/>Izzy closes her eyes. This was the hard part. It was bad enough she wouldn’t say -anything- to Camelia in the first place about how she felt, but it was made worse when on-lookers gawked and fantasized about her friend.   It was one of those situations where Izzy -hated- to ‘listen in’, but she just had to know what these sick bastards were thinking about her best friend in the world.<br/><br/>Isabellas eyes go wide as she glares at Percy. Images of the boy bending the tattooed woman over, and him thrusting away in a half-assed manner, his little sausage fingers clinging to her perfectly sculpted body.<br/><br/>Izzy curls her lip and reaches for her hat, bringing it into contact with Percys head swiftly.<span style="color: olive"> “ Boy don’t you EVER think of a woman like <i>that</i> in such a manner again..”</span>She smacks him again for good measure.<br/><br/>“OW! Wha’d I do?!” Percy yelps as he tries to get away.<br/><br/>Izzy smacks at him one more time and narrows one eye as the boys scamper off.   She cups her mouth and yells,<span style="color: olive">“Tell yr friends!” </span><br/><br/>Izzy runs a hand through her hair as she straightens her self up, replaces her hat, and walks towards the food wagon.   She strolls over, as she counts the coins in her hand. She picks up about 30 cents worth and plops it  on the table in front of  Gabrielle.<span style="color: olive"> “ Fairs fair,  wouldn’t never been able to have gotten them townies to pay up if you weren’t out there as a prize.” </span>The hustler always gave a cut to any other member of the troupe even remotely responsible for helping her out.  She liked everyone…save for her idiot brother.<br/><br/>The lithe girl lights another cigarette  and inhales deeply.  She moves  towards Serena,  and wraps an arm around her shoulder in a friendly way before opening her hand to reveal another cigarette.  Mind reading powers came in handy in making friends sometimes.  Not that she just intentionally read her coworkers mind, but sometimes thoughts stuck out in the air, and Izzy just had to pick them up.<br/><br/>She gives the entire table a toothy grin, and lets her eyes linger on Camelia a bit too long.<span style="color: olive">“  When don‘t you get a good seat fr‘ Slither? You southern birds I swear…“ </span><br/><br/>Izzy smiles  playfully before reclining against the food wagon and slamming her fist against the wooden paneling .<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">“C’mon! Freaks are starving’ out here…”</span><br/><br/>______________________________________<br/><br/>A messy head of hair pops up from the window of the food wagon.<span style="color: navy">“Dear sister…I’d thank you not to bray about like an ass in such a manner…beautiful people need their rest. “</span><br/><br/><br/>Enzo yawns and speaks in his 100% false British accent.  The siblings were from the east side of Chicago, yet  somehow Enzo liked to pretend he was far more ‘well -to-do’ then his sister.  He yawns and beams,<span style="color: navy">“Good morning ladies.”</span>Before turning his head to the carnivals cook. She’s still passed out from last nights ‘festivities’ but he proceeds to prod her with his foot anyhow.  They’d both slept on the floor of the food wagon- She was one of his ‘regulars’ one he could always call on during a travel day for a good lay and a bit of ego stroking. Both of which he required daily.<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: navy">“Come on now pet, best not to keep everyone waiting…” </span>He pulls the cook up and slaps her on the backside , not even offering so much as to lift a finger.<span style="color: navy">“I’ll have coffee…Black. I’ll give you a few minutes.”</span><br/><br/>How gracious of him.  He yawns and steps out of the food truck, staring at the assembling troupe.<span style="color: navy">“You ladies can thank me later for waking her.” </span>he winks, as he stands shirtless and clad in only suit pants and suspenders.  His mop of black hair is all over the place as he nudges his sister.<span style="color: navy">“Be a dear and give me a smoke?” </span><br/><br/><span style="color: olive">“Be a dear, an choke on ‘something’.” </span>Izzy snarls as she begrudgingly hands over her half smoked cigarette.<br/><br/>Enzo begrudgingly accepts the half gone cigarette, placing it between his lips as he smirks at his sister.<span style="color: navy">"Cammy dear! My sister insists I choke on something..Care to offer a piercing of yours to nibble on?" </span><br/><br/>He knows exactly what hes saying.  Its made clear to most everyone as he never takes his eyes off Isabella while he propositions Camelia.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>