Before Vicky scampered off, leaving Izzy wet and dripping mess, a gaggle..no..a cavalcade of the girls  thoughts smacked into Izzy as hard as the hardbodied girl had moments before.   Vicky had always been kinda..well..special.  Izzy liked to joke ' When God was givin out brains, Vicky kinda stared at em blankly..cause ya know..she doesn't speak English good."  But uh..the girl was sweet and wonderful, even if she had some...'interesting'  thoughts about herself an Serina. She muttered to herself, dead pan as the girl took off.<span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #666600">"I mean the kids right, she does smell pretty good and have a great tongue so the kids onto somethi..."  </span></span>Izzy  stopped , watching as Erghh approached . She knew the poor boy didn't know his ass from a hole in the ground, but she was endlessly thankful to her brother for 'civalizing' the kid. It was the -one- good deed he'd ever done...even if it was just to sculpt the boy into a wingman.<br/><br/>And even if 'helping' just meant the beastboy just stared with a hard on...at least he didn't dryhump people anymore. That, in Izzy's book, was progress.<br/><br/>Izzy nodded, accepting the puff of cigarette offered, reached into her pocket extended a 5 towards Vitaly as he went to attend to his sister's needs.<span style="color: #666600"> "Fr' Vicky. Make sure she doesn't spend it -all- on candy, yah?" </span>She turned, then winked at Serina<span style="color: #666600">"That girl still talks like she has a mouth full of peanut butter..." <br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: #000000">She stopped and turned, wrapping both arms around Serina , and pressed their lips together. Her heart soared at the simple moment, and shook her head in mock admonishment</span><span style="color: #666600">,"Awe, askin..no...beggin in public to be held down an fucked? Why, I think I've been a bad influence on you young lady. Keep behaving like this and I'll have to put you over my knee..."  </span><span style="color: #000000">She giggled, eyes bright and smile joyful.  Clearly there was no begging, but the Barker turned Ringmaster couldnt help but tease. She knew how lucky she ...they..were to be in a place where she could be affectionate towards another woman without being lynched. Each day she was eternally grateful that she didn't have to pass as a fella - all- the time, if she wanted to be affectionate with Serina.  She nuzzled into Serina. "</span><span style="color: #666600">I mean , good mornin' darlin."</span><span style="color: #000000"> Then pressed her lips against Serina's forehead once,  twice, and a third time before waltzing them both towards Enzo, Agatha and...well she couldn't see yet. </span><span style="color: #b3b300">,"</span><span style="color: #666600">We still on fr' after the show tonight right? Got somethin' important to talk about..." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">Izzy felt a wave of nausea overwhelm her, but she swallowed it down. Panic crept in, and all the self doubt she'd ever felt creased her brow at the mere mention of ...whatever it was she needed to talk about. But she bucked up, shook it off. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)">She wouldn't let her fear keep her from giving Agatha her prize, or doing what needed to be done.<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0)">"Here ya go Spidey. You earned that. Don't spend it all on eggs n'..."</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)">  Agatha was such a sweet heart. One of the smartest cookies in the cirque...she wondered why the girl was so shy? She'd have to work in that. But before she could think too much, she stopped , blinking at Cid as Enzo tried to woo Cathy.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #336600">"</span><span style="color: #666600">Well if I gone and woke up with my head stapled to the carpet I wouldn'ta been more surprised! Cid you old bastard! " </span><span style="color: #000000">Izzy stepped past Serina and Enzo, arms open in greeting.</span><span style="color: #666600"> "Welcome home you son of a bitch !"<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: #ff8000">Enzo</span><span style="color: #000000"> blinked , sights still set on the hot little dish in front of him. Cid? Whatsa Cid? There were -legs,</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)"> and damn if they weren't some -fine- Gams.  He made an 'Oaf' noise as he was pushed aside by his sister, staring at her as if she had six heads, he glowered and turned to Serina, </span><span style="color: #ff8000">"I tried to warn you that you could do better. "</span><br/><span style="color: #000000">He swished , and turned , </span><br/><span style="color: #ff8000">"Sidney!" </span><span style="color: #404040">Enzo opened his arms in front of his sister , waiting for his hug from....bradly? Was his name Bradly? Or Pete. Sidney was a stage name yah?<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: #b3b300">"It's just Cid, Enzo. You don't remember?"<br/>
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</span><br/><span style="color: #ff8000">"Do you remember every plate of ham and eggs you've ever ate? No? Well people are my ham and eggs...they all start to blend in... But..uh..that doesn't mean I don't remember good old ...Sidney and his....juggling? Fire eating? Wife, the beaded lady?"<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: #000000">He was still waiting for his hug. <br/>
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Neither could see the approaching pair behind Cid. <br/>
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