Wearing a tight fitting red dress that looked to be almost too small for her, Jennifer found herself inside the Vault, feeling a lot less awkward then she had twenty minutes ago. She visited the nightclub whenever her hectic schedule allowed her to yet still managed to feel out of place among the young patrons that seemed to be flocking in ever growing numbers to the Ultralounge. The fact that she was relatively well known here helped in calming her nerves. She really was beginning to feel rather old though and contemplated just how unethical it would be to slip something into the large alchol containers that would age the rest of the patrons by a few years, just for one night.

After coming to the conclusion that she didn't want to spend time in jail, not to mention the sheer effort that would be involved in such a stunt, the woman ordered a double of firewhiskey. The bartender knew her and resigned himself to the fact that he would be safer to just leave the bottle with her. As always, the bubbly blond paid in full. While some took advantage of people that were wary around them by bullying free things from them, Jen did her best to keep them sweet. She had a full arsenal of pranks with which to punish anyone who crossed her but many people knew a little too much about her less-than-legal activities and she found people were less likely to run to the police if you treated them right.

On the subject of her more dubious activites, she slid a hand into her purse to check that someone hadn't tried to rob her. Good, the doxy powder and alihotsy were still there. It was probably completely and utterly immoral for the medi-witch to make extra money by 'borrowing' from the hospital and selling what she took, not to mention the family-run doxy powder business she had entered with her sister but as she had always said, if it was a choice between being good and getting evicted for not paying her rent or being bad and being able to afford not only her rent but decent meals as well, she'd take the roof over her head and the full stomach.

With a steady 'click-click' of her candy stripe platforms, Jen sauntered over to her usual spot. She was known for sitting in the same seat, in a mildly dim corner towards the back. There were darker corners but those aroused suspicion far quicker. From experience she knew that a table that was close to an exit and only slightly darkened was the best bet to avoid arrest. By now, new 'clients' were always told to ask at the bar for the blond woman in the red dress. If the bartender trusted them, he sent them over, if not he would tell them that the woman they were seeking was no longer here. Bartenders had good instincts and she bribed well.

The woman was surprised to notice someone already sitting in her usual seat. That had never happened before and for a moment she was at a loss for what to do. It could be a client, a normal patron or it could be an auror. She wasn't about to take any silly risks but then again she didn't want to lose any business. The blond decided that it couldn't hurt to make light conversation. The bartender would slip her a nod the next time she ordered if this stranger was safe. "Hey there. You new here?"