Jill knew how weak you were to drink, the tough woman at work became a joke when she felt the alcohol in her veins. She only had a non-alcoholic drink, since she had to work early tomorrow. And that included taking care of you, she had already removed you from two tables with men and pulled you away from the DJ.

Now she was at the bar, when she felt your hands around her waist, starting to kiss her neck. She wouldn't stop you, at least if you didn't smell like another woman. She had a keen enough sense of smell to realize that the smell on your skin wasn't her perfume or your own perfume. "Get out." She moved away you subtly as she pushed herself off the counter.

She put her police cap back on, adjusting the waistband of her shorts as she pushed past people, heading toward the exit. "What's your fucking problem?" She heard you yelling from a few feet away. She sighed deeply, passing through the corridor of people within those four walls.