Business and Pleasure. What an interesting combination. Rebecca sat alone at a booth in a dirty run down bar outside the Rack. Not exactly what a well-to-do woman would normally consider a 'fun' place to be. Sitting on the table in front of her sat a notebook where she was carefully detailing her observations. She could toll away in her lab all she wanted, but she needed to know what the people wanted. What drugs were people using. What drugs did people need.
Stimulants. Depressants. Hallucinogens. Dissociatives. Opioids. Inhalants. Cannabis.
She knew them all, inside and out. They all served a purpose. Everyone wanted an escape. Everyone wanted 'fun'. Rebecca was always open to expanding her supply if demand called for it. As she sat, her face a simple mask of amusement and enjoyment, her eyes carefully shifted between tables, listening carefully to the ebb and flow of conversation. Her outfit was simple as well. A plain blue shirt and jeans. Next to the notebook sat a slightly touched cocktail. Vodka Cranberry. Nothing unusual. All the better to help her blend into the bar and allow her the opportunity to observe. Who knew what she would learn tonight?
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