To Izzy 'behaving' was a relative term. She promised Serina she would 'behave'- So...in Izzys' mind that did nothing more then entail -not forcibly gutting her brother. As far as Izzy knew, Enzo was still alive and well. His cock more or less in place , and he was blissfully oblivious to the pain he would be enduring very. very soon.<br/><br/>That of course didn't mean Izzy couldn't drink her self into a stupor as soon as she arrived back to her trailer.  She downed the first mason jar of rye in about fifteen minutes. She had her can opener in hand, and was setting to pry the canning ring off a second when she heard the knock at the door.  It sounded like Serina...She wasn't that drunk...was she?  She puts the jar down and quickly takes a look at her self in her mirror, adjusting her curly black locks that were all in disarray up until that point. She was still clad in suspenders, a tank top, and mens slacks, with her tattoos and swagger, she looked rather boyish. If it wasn't for her sizable bust, she could easily pass as a boy. She straightens her self and opens the door.<br/><br/>She eyes Serina, and raises her brow. God's above the snake charmer was pretty.  She shakes her head. She was still a mess. Slow ! she reminds her self. Take it slow!  She clears her throat ,<span style="color: olive">"I thought you had a meetin?"</span>She slurrs a bit, following the sentiment with a slight hiccup.  She pokes her head out of the trailer, Serina was alone.<span style="color: olive">"What's goin on?"</span>She bites back the urge to say 'kid', as she holds out her hand and offers Serina a hand up into her trailer.  Of course the snake charmer was MORE then capable of climbing some stairs on her own...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>