Enzo’s grin widens as he isn’t gazing at Camelia stroking his chest, but staring -right- at his sister, a shit eating grin on his face as if to ask ‘You getting all this?’ .<br/><br/>He’s foolish enough to believe that<i>maybe</i>this was the come-on that finally worked. He leans in towards the tattooed woman, licking his lower lip as Camelia wraps he lips around the cigarette.  He pouts as he’s pushed away,<span style="color: navy"> “You’ll  come around sooner or later ‘pet…”</span>his voice is deep and velvety ,  it starts to creep deeper and more monotone as he reaches for his pocket watch.<br/><br/>Izzy narrows her eyes and clamps her hand over her brothers mouth.<span style="color: olive">“Don’t start that bullshit…it's too early.”</span>She warns glaring at him.<br/><br/>He pries her fingers from his lips and glares,<span style="color: navy"> “I assure you I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.” </span>Any time Enzos hand moved to his pocket watch, it meant one thing, and Izzy didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what it was.   He had intended to try to hypnotize Camelia for the 500th time  that month ,  but due to his sisters fast hands in silencing him, he was spared the embarrassment.  Pity.<br/><br/>As Pearl materializes out of seemingly thin air, his attention is moved to the blond. There wasn't too many women in the troupe Enzo didn’t want to bed, but  Pearl held a certain mystique about her that just -begged- to be explored.  He gets up on his tip toes and winks through the wagon window,<span style="color: navy">“Pearl! Pearl! I have an order....two steaming hot mugs of ME with your name on it!" </span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: olive">“ Jesus H Christ, “</span>Izzy grumbles covering her face with her palm.<span style="color: olive"> “May as well wish fr‘ a toilet made of gold, Cam...you‘ll get that quicker then you‘ll see Enzo  do something‘ of value.”  </span>How  could Camelia even jokingly flirt with this asshole!? Sure it was to embarrass him , but it bothered her just to watch Cammy entertain her brothers sick come ons- if only just to bash them to bits seconds later.  What started off as a slight annoyance : an older brother torturing his kid sister by flirting with someone that everyone with half a brain could tell she had feelings for-turned into something profoundly annoying .   In part because Izzy foolishly believed -no one- was hip to her ‘hidden‘ feelings,  but in another manner it just annoyed her as she had -zero- recourse.  Enzo cares for no one but himself  and there is very little Izzy could do to spite him.<br/><br/>To further intensify this , Izzy is blissfully ignorant of -anyone’s- feelings regarding her , as she believes it is far  to much a ’breech of trust’  to read the minds of her friends and coworkers, unless of course it is during a show.   For a mind reader, she isn’t too quick to pick up on things sometimes,  she has no idea if anyone in the troupe even thinks of her as anything other then the groups loud mouthed barker and booze hound.<br/><br/>She rolls up her pant leg, revealing a mid sized flask strapped to her calf.<span style="color: olive">“Right so ..I think this is Gin..” </span>she pries the bottle off and sets it on the table for everyone.<span style="color: olive"> “I mean..I made it with juniper berries ..that makes it Gin right?”</span>She grabs a cup of coffee and pours a heavy amount of the bottles contents into her glass.<span style="color: olive"> “If its made with berries it’s a fruit and thus breakfast!”   </span>She smiles at her ‘breakfast.’ and takes a stops in front of  Serina, digging in her pocket to procure another cigarette for the snake charmer and offering a smile, then handing the bottle of hooch over to Camelia. SHe goes to sit down at a table far enough away that she could smoke and drink her self stupid, and not bother any one else.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>