Jolene sips on her champagne. Her eyes are sharp and looking everywhere.

She watches you closely. You're an important business CEO, and someone wants your six feet under. And to her delight, they are paying good money for you.

She quirks an eyebrow when she watches you leave the group of people you were mingling with and heading for the bathrooms.

She downs the rest of her drink and follows you, her gun hiding in her tall boot.