Jillian made her way out of Harry's. This was the fourth bar she had dropped her app at trying to get a bouncing job. The App was pretty good she thought. Martial Arts Training, Including but not limited to Mixed Martial Arts. Bouncing Experiance at a club in NYC. It was really annoying that, because she had tits, she couldn't get a job bouncing. Hell if this town had a fight club she would go there and kick some ass. Money and Blood, two of her favorite things.

As Jillian made her way back to her hovel in the barrens she was getting even more pissed. She was the god damn priscus of the god damn Gangrel and she was living in a hovel in the most low rent domain in the city.

What Jillian need was a nice set of lips to kiss and a nice set of tits to rub up against. Like the Harpy, now that is a fine piece there. Jillian tracked down one of the cleaner whores she had found in the city and popped her a twenty for some alone time. About an hour later Jillian left the hooker laying in the ratty ass motel room with an extra twenty on the counter. Jillian had drank her fill and closed the wounds. Jillian was glad to see that the stupid bitch was finally getting over her heroin addiction. Guess that card she left for the half way house had helped her out some.

Jillian checked her phone and saw that daylight was coming. Enough was enough tonight and she slid into her hole in the ground and slid the large piece of 3/4 ply over the top and let the dreamless sleep take her. Well almost, then she remembered that she forgot to lock the door. Jill pryed her self up and put the chain arond the handle and locked it with the master lock. Once that was done she finally passed out.