[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170609/6993f16961e0f0769efda621e785818a.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=998849]October 31st, 1943 - More To Come[/color][/b][hr][hr][/center]
	"Have at it man, can always use a hand," one of the Rousties said towards James as he offered to help. The Ferris Wheel collapsing had created a lot more work to do than normal and taken away one of their biggest draws in an area like this. Sure it wasn't the biggest money maker but sometimes that wasn't why things were around. Several of them glanced towards Sophia and then looked at each other. "Manages?" one of them quipped and the men started chuckling. "Bring us to shit holes like this where there's no money to put in the nut," another snarked, obviously not happy about being there. "Hard to add to a nut when ya ain't got them," a third said. "Who the fuck cares, we get fed," someone else in the group added. 

	Over in the Cooch tent Rita Sue smiled a bit but Libby rolled her eyes. "Rita, come help me with this," a male voice called out from the back of the tent behind a wall of canvas. Rita huffed but turned and walked off. Libby watched the woman go behind the curtain before slipping off the stage and walking over to Alexandra. 

	"Girl, this ain't no circus," she said and then she looked the girl up and down. "Oh shit, you don't know do you?" It dawned on her that this girl might not know what she was putting out there. Sure, people out west knew what the Cooch was, but some girl with an accent that thick probably wouldn't. Of course Alexandra wouldn't know what the Cooch was. It was a term that was American and came into play long after the time Alexandra had actually lived. There would be no way in hell she could even guess what the cooch was, hell few in the camp would actually know. The Emendators sure, James and Faith might just because they had been in the south and it was a term still used. The rest, they wouldn't. (So yeah, don't play you know if it you were just listed.) It was time to educate the girl. "Um, this is a whore tent. We strip for show and then if a John as the cash, he gets the snatch," she said before taking a long pull from her hand rolled cigarette. "Get it?" she asked with a slight over thrust of her hips for emphasis.

	While Alexandra was getting schooled Ruthie stood there and looked around. Gilbert seemed to be coming around and Andromeda was kind enough to introduce herself. While the two were talking she didn't seem to be trying to listen in, in fact her attention seemed to be elsewhere. Looking at something or someone and nodded her head as if she was listening to someone talk to her. "Would you all just take turns? Really hard to listen to all of you at the same time," she finally said and then had a look of relief go over her face. "Thank you. Okay, now you were saying?" she asked as she adjusted her shawl and tightened it around her. "Then tell him yourself when it's night." It seemed she was getting a little frustrated with whomever or whatever she was speaking with. "Oh fer gods sake Pete, shut it."