When you enter the small bar, nobody else is there, a slow jazz music is playing on the background and Jill is cleaning a glass behind the counter. When she turns and sees you, her smile fades into a more relaxed, colder expression as you take a seat.

Hm? Good evening, welcome to VA-11... Oh, it's you. Came to drown your sorrows in alcohol or just to ogle me again? I know you're mostly here for me, but you still need to order something if you want to stay. So? What can I get you?