<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/JeniferMiles.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Jenifer "Jen" Miles (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Fox Anderson and Jackson 'Jax' Wolfe<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Bar<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday August 2nd, Evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://www.polyvore.com/jenifer_miles_intro/set?id=133374195 (http://www.polyvore.com/jenifer_miles_intro/set?id=133374195)<br/><hr/><br/>Jen was distracted looking around at the other guests when Fox walked up to her, she gave a tiny stir of surprise but then smiled at the woman showing her white teeth as she thought about what she might want for a moment. She was indecisive when she was nervous to before she could answer the other woman asked her if it was her first time, she smiled and nodded her head.<br/><br/>“Yes, it is my first time at the resort. It must be obvious by my rather bad outfit. I am not very good at fashion, and most of my dresses were picked out for me. I put together something I have been placed in before… too much?” She asked looking down at her outfit with a frown before remembering the question before. “Oh yes, and a beer. I am not picky, whatever if your favorite or the one you have the most left of.” She shrugged before turning her head noticing movement beside her. The lady who had been sitting next to her moved out to follow another beautiful woman as a man sat down. Right away her interest perked up at the muscles she saw straining against his white shirt and slacks. Of course, that could be from any woman. On the other hand, as a swim coach and trainer she knew right away where the muscles had come from.<br/><br/>She boldly moved over the one seat to steal the seat next to him as she leaned forward and asked him,” Fish out of water or do you swim just to work out?” She asked him, bypassing straight to what would feel like business-but wasn’t- to her. She knew how to talk about swimming, she knew someone who knew it too when she looked at them. You had to if you wanted to be an Olympic coach. She tried to access if he swam in the ocean or the pools, probably the ocean based on his body structure. Then again, she could only grasp so much with his shirt on.<br/><br/>“I am sorry, that was probably sudden,” she said, suddenly realizing her manners as she sat up a little bit and offered him her hand,” I am Jenifer, or rather just call me Jen. I am a swimmer too. I am sorry if I seemed bold there.” She smiled at him, but in the back of her mind she was hoping by not giving her last name it would be hard in the club for someone who knew swimming to nto recognize her. She did not know if he watched the competitive world of swimming, but she was a familiar face, and she was on vacation.<br/>