<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>Kat Souls, open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Entrance ---> 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/>Jenifer Miles, or Jen for short, had needed a vacation for the last five years. She had not gotten a single day off. That is what she gets though, after getting a metal at the Olympics people tend to expect you to do things it seemed. She had been training and teaching since the day she got her metal and every day in-between that she had a spare moment she was helping charities, or going to red carpet parties, or helping children get into sports and swimming again because of the obesity rate rising in the country.<br/><br/>She loved her life, that was nothing new, but she wanted to slow down and get away from the entire fast pace. Unlike her best friend, who had thrived for so many years in the busy city of New York, she didn’t want to be swept up in all of the hype 24 seven. She wanted to relax, and finally here she was on her first day of vacation with said best friend. Of course despite buying the tickets for the both of them to get a break, and as a happy birthday gift for her best friend, she had other intentions in mind as well. She wanted to look at the job opportunities here, she had heard some spots were open for life guards and after her long hours and exhausting schedual she was interesting and getting some rest soon enough.<br/><br/>The bad thing about her busy schedule was she had had no time to shop. Even if she had, she would have probably just slept right through that free time because being a pro athlete was pretty exhausting work. So now she was stuck with mostly dresses picked for her for events she had gone too. None of them were to her personal taste, but she was doing what she could with what she had. As it was, her best friend had done her light make up for her because it had been so long since she had lifted a brush for herself. It was exhausting.<br/><br/>Finally they were at the club, walking inside she got that awkward feeling of everyone turning around and staring at her, but it was probably just her feeling that. She looked around, not sure what all was going on. Her friend had woken her up only an hour ago from her sleep to go to this club, and her first idea was to find the bar. When she did, she walked away from her friend whom was nearly jumping from her high heels with excitement about dancing that night. Jen? She needed a drink, or else her nerves might get the best of her. She needed to relax, and she was sure it would only take a few shots to get her ready for the dancing her friend was so excited to do.<br/>