Izzy is storming off in whatever direction she -thinks- Enzo might be in. Rope in hand, and knife in pocket.  She passes the food cart,  and heads to the thickest concentration of performers trailers.  She turns right in a huff and catches Serinas trailer out of the corner of her eye and stops.  She looks down at her hands sheepishly and remembers the 'promise' she made to Serina.  To not to 'anything' to Enzo. But god...she wanted to.  She wanted to pummel the living shit out of her brother for so much as lifting a finger in the direction of Serina.<br/><br/>But she promised.  She liked Serina. She did. The more the day went on the more  she was finding out she...actually really cared about the girl.  Her entire reality of devotion and love was being called in to question, and she didn't much care for it. She always thought her self a rather brave ...cocky and aggressive sorta girl- And Serina was throwing all her concepts of her self in to question.<br/><br/><br/>She could deal with her brother later, and she would. At great lengths. For now, she'd head back to her trailer....and behave.<br/><br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Enzo had other plans.  So sure he was that Izzy would NEVER believe the truth even if Serina DID speak up,  Enzo felt he deserved a little rest and relaxation. Maybe a nice fap to ease into the afternoon...maybe in public? He always liked to jerk off on the Ferris wheel... something about being three stories high when climaxing just warmed his heart...<br/>So the sexual deviant and completely reprehensible human being made his way to the front of the cirque, looking for a place for a little alone time.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>