No other choice

Giovanna sighs. Had her life really taken such a turn that a special agent with the United States secret service was considering bar tending in some tiny, rural village? She had no experience, but she could feel Sam's eyes on her though, this wasn't about experience it was about her beauty. Though Giovanna looks around, she feels a bit bad, seeing that the girl was working her alone. It must get really hectic on their busy nights with just one girl. She lets out another heavy breath before nodding. "Well, I don't really have any other options so, yeah sure. I'll help out around here, at least until I figure something better out."

Sam's face lights up with a huge grin, she looks practically ready to hop the counter and give Giovanna a hug. "Oh that's great! I could really use an extra set of hands around here." She looks around, noticing a lull she gestures for you to follow her into the back. She leads you through a doorway and down a few stairs. "So it's not great I know but..." Giovanna's eyes go wide. It was less than great, less than good or okay, or anything at all really. She was being shown a root cellar converted into what look like stables. Thin walls separating tiny rooms with cots, all that was up for privacy were heavy curtains in place of doors. "I know I know" she gets in front of Giovanna "but if you work here extra I'll give you extra pay and if you want one of the nicer rooms upstairs I'll discount you!" she was waving her hands frantically, hoping the federal agent wouldn't pull out of the deal.

The lodging was shit, the beer was cheap and weak, and she had lowered herself to working at a bar. But one thing was still the same, she was broke and this was free. "It's fine..." Giovanna sighs as she chooses a stall and looks down at the lonely cot inside. She was exhausted after all. She collapses down onto the dimly lit cot. It was stiff and not very forgiving. "Just remember tomorrow night I'll need your help. Come in around sun down and I'll have your uniform ready" Sam says with a smile, though she could feel her overstaying her welcome. "Sweet dreams, nice meeting you by the way" she says, Giovanna only offering a tired grunt in response as Sam pulls the curtain closed and Giovanna finally gives way to her body's exhaustion, passing out face down into the stiff cot.