Willow had taken residence near the door, a skinny shadowy shape that seemed only good for lurking - she was drawn in by the sight of drugs piled high on the table, and began closing in.

She neared the desk, tempted. Eyes darting between the powder and the seller.
"shit, that'd kill ya first. lemme put it this way. you keep me satisfied? I'll keep you satisfied." Allie kicked herself back from her desk and opened a drawer before pulling out an eightball and a knife.

She slit it open and let it pile on her desk before curling her finger to call her over.

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