<span style="color: maroon">"If y'all be sayin' so...."</span>, Camelia said, eyes looking over the two blushing women with slightly narrowed eyes. Slowly, she turned back to the two women, trying to figure out what was going on in this trailer. The evils of alcohol were hardly a reason for anyone to blush, especially  not Izzy, who seemed to be one of the most comfortable people when it came to that specific topic. Camelia flicked some hair behind her shoulder, inhaling a cloud of smoke from her half-burnt cigarette.<br/><br/><span style="color: maroon">"Jazz an' alcohol... An' church... Right...Sounds like a load o' horsefeathers to me..."</span>She inhales another cloud of smoke, then flicks the cigarette outside, while watching the two women once again.<span style="color: maroon">"Y'all shouldn't be makin' fun o' gospel though. Be fine music right there...Bein' the Lords words an' all..."</span>She stared at the women in full seriousness, almost coming off as stern and quite suspicious of their motives.<br/><br/>Then, she grinned, winking at Izzy.<span style="color: maroon">"Y'all should come with me... Got somethin' that'll make your day start off like nothin' you've ever had before... Promise!"</span>She reached for Izzy's sleeve, giving it a light tug as she makes her way out of the door again.<span style="color: maroon">"Hurry! 'fore it'll be over with! An' be quiet.. don' want them to hear y'all.. Might ruin' everythin'..."</span>And with that, she hurried over around the back of all the trailers and tents, until she reached her own, pressing her ear against the wood of her trailer with a wide grin...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>