Late Night, Bad Coffee (Open)

[KATHERINE MINOLA]

Katherine huffed loudly as she passed through the metal detector at the police station. It figured that she would have to work late again to tie up a case.

Another drug bust had occured and it was up to Katherine to build the case for the trial. These drug dealers had been getting rather troublesome. In fact, Katehrine strongly suspected that a major drug ring was zoning in on New York. She's been dealing with so many drug dealers and gang bangers dealing the same concoction of heroin that she was adament that there was a leader to take down. However, taking down drug lords something the DA was not willing to do without very solid evidence, so Katherine was stuck putting away low-level scumbbags in the vain hope that the depletion of the "workforce" would somehow cripple the ring.

Hell, Katherine thought to herself, I don't even have a guess as to who's in charge of this thing. Still, maybe I can ring something out of the thug thats in here tonight.

She continued to walk down the hallway to the cells where her suspect was waiting with his public defender.

[MORAG MACBETH]

She had just finished putting the finishing touches to her stage makeup when it happened. Her phone ringing wasn't exactly a cause of great excitement or alarm, but the caller ID served to make it the latter.

Jim Campbell. What the hell had that complete eejit gone and done now?

She considered ignoring it - she didn't exactly enjoy talking to this particular subordinate, especially since he was near continually the bearer of bad tidings. But there was always the chance this wasn't one of those times...

"M-Morag? I...I'm in prison."

Clearly, this was not one of them.

"Whit the hell d'you mean 'I'm in prison'?" Morag retorted, the hand that wasn't holding the phone clenched in a fist. "You'd better have an awfuy good explanation..."

Jim Campbell stammered and stuttered his way through something vaguely resembling a poor explanation. He had been caught dealing some of the drugs the Scottish mob was smuggling and distributing and now he was in the police station; he had been allowed one phone call. Of course he'd call a fellow member of the mob, and a more senior member at that, the better to deal with the situation. However, he'd managed to get hold of a public defender, which he seemed to look upon as a saving grace. He was currently waiting for the defender to meet the ADA.

"W-w-would you be able to c-come and-" he began.

Morag knew what he was going to ask before he even began to do so. She noticed her own reflection glowering in the dressing room mirror, and as well she might. This was the interval - she was meant to be back onstage in twenty minutes. There was no way she could try to bail Campbell out and be back at the theatre in twenty minutes.

She would have said no, ignored his pleas and gone on with the show. But she got the feeling that if she refused to help him, Jim would have no qualms about telling the police whatever they wanted to know - he didn't always know when to keep his stupid mouth shut.

"Fine. But you owe me, Campbell."

Hanging up having just threatened the man probably wasn't doing much to help his nerves in the police cell. But what did Morag care? It was his bloody fault for getting caught in the first place - he deserved all he felt just now, and worse. Morag hastily scrubbed away the makeup she had just so carefully touched up before removing her wig and changing from her black velvet gown to her decidedly less regal black trousers and green blouse, grumbling all the while. She debated whether or not to tell her director the truth (she had a...friend in jail who needed bailing out) or make up some lie.

Contrary to what one would expect, she told him the truth - lying about being ill would never work - unless one were dying, the show must go on. He was surprisingly sympathetic but still understandably stern - Morag didn't appreciate having to apologize time and again but what else could she do? It was far better to risk this role than risk the potential breakdown of her mob family.

At 9:25, therefore, when Morag was meant to be onstage as Mary, Queen of Scots, she instead found herself in the police station. Having so recently been under the glare of the hot stage lights, she was grateful for her coat even as she walked into the building and towards the cells - the building itself may have been a fine temperature in all technicality, but there was something in the aura of the place that was chilling.

She made her way down the hallway to Jim's cell having managed to shed most of her righteous indignation - it would do no good to be in a foul temper when negotiating to try and get the fool let off. It was as she was mulling over what best to say in this situation that she noticed another woman just ahead of her - shorter than she was, but with a greater air of importance and seriousness. Morag managed to catch up to her quickly and, assuming she was there for Jim's case also, thought it best to introduce herself.

"Morag Macbeth," she said, bluntly. "Jim Campbell called me."

[KATHERINE MINOLA]

Katherine was surprised to here another voice call out to her brusquely, one with a heavy Scottish brogue.

"Morag Macbeth. Jim Campbell called me."

She turned to see a striking woman behind her looking rather impatient. And rather demanding Katherine thought, a no nonsense type of woman, used to giving orders and having them followed. She hid a scowl and held her bearing, even though she positively loathed being ordered around like a particularly stupid maid servant.

Katherine scrunched her nose slightly as she forced herself too look up at this woman - Macbeth was it? - who was frustratingly tall, even though Katherine herself was already wearing 3-inch heels. Damn Katherine cursed to herself. Staring up at people made her feel like a scared toddler. It was times like these that she really hated her height, or lack of it. Outwardly, she maintained her composure and greeted the woman with a stony expression and a slight smirk.

"I see. Am I supposed to do something about that Ms. Macbeth?" She asked coldly, unmoved by the woman's blunt and abrupt manner. "Mr. Campbell's public defender is speaking with him right now. You must be his phone call. You can see him after our meeting is finished. If you're concerned, I think a plea bargain should be easy. Mr. Campbell's not too bright. I'm sure he's willing to talk for reduced jail time. You two'll be cozy again in two years max."

With that, Katherine turned her back on the woman and walked through the doors at the end of the hall into the cell block were Campbell was being detained.

[MORAG MACBETH]

As the woman turned and looked up at her, it was difficult for Morag to conceal a smirk. Petty a concern it may have been, but this woman was short. Quite why Morag found this so amusing she wasn't sure, but she needed something to amuse her having been dragged away from her adoring audience by Jim Campbell, of all people.

"I see. Am I supposed to do something about that Ms. Macbeth? Mr. Campbell's public defender is speaking with him right now. You must be his phone call. You can see him after our meeting is finished. If you're concerned, I think a plea bargain should be easy. Mr. Campbell's not too bright. I'm sure he's willing to talk for reduced jail time. You two'll be cozy again in two years max."

Morag had been prepared to continue the conversation briskly so as to get it over with, but at the woman's response she was initially rendered unsure how to respond, eyes wide in surprise, mouth open slightly as though her initial retort had failed to materialize just as her lips parted. First of all, this woman wasn't the public defender. Second of all, she seemed to be implying there was something between herself and Campbell. Thirdly, she seemed to be implying there was something between herself and Campbell.

Christ.

Before she could even attempt to say anything in response, the other woman had turned her back on her and continued to walk down the hallway, entering Campbell's cell without a backward glance. Morag shook her head as though to clear it of whatever it was that was impeding her response - she couldn't allow whoever this woman was to continue misreading the situation - and continued as she had done before, walking briskly towards the cell but now with an even more determined look about her.

"If you arenae his public defendant," Morag asked waspishly, following Katherine into the cell unbidden. "Then who the hell are you? And its Mrs. Macbeth to you." She practically brandished her left hand at the other woman to make her point, the better to show her gold wedding band. "Mrs. Macbeth, nae Ms. If you think there's anythin' at all goin' on wi' masel' and this numpty I'm afraid you're weel aff the mark!"

She probably could have come up with something more cutting but really, at this point, she was more indignant than anything else. This unpleasant emotion was not helped in the slightest by Jim, who seemed to brighten up considerably as she entered the room - in fact, the look on his face was most unhelpful in dispelling the notion she was trying to dispel.

"Morag!" Jim cried, tone jubilant. "I wis worried you might nae have came!"

It was only having said all this flippant stuff about who this woman was and the nature of the relationship between herself and Jim that something of far greater importance that the other woman had said seemed to slot into place.

...I'm sure he's willing to talk for reduced jail time.

Jim had better not be willing to talk - he wouldn't, she reassured herself, not while she was there, when he knew if he put a toe out of line she'd make certain he was held accountable and punished. If he did talk there'd be a hell of a lot to pay, and Jim, not Morag, would be the one holding the bill.

[KATHERINE MINOLA]

Katherine stood unblinking as the woman let out a angry rush of words at her. Well, apparently she wasn't the girlfriend. That was obvious now, but she was intruding and dragging out a meeting that should have only taken half an hour. She smirked and turned back to the woman, who had followed her right into the cell.

"Are you finished?" She said coldly as the woman flashed a wedding ring in her face. "If you don't mind, I've been working a very long day and want to be able to get some sleep tonight. This is a meeting between the ADA and the defendant and his lawyer, a meeting you do not have privy to. So, unless this gentleman has suddenly sprouted money for another lawyer, I suggest you wait outside until I finish my work."


Turning back to the business at hand, Katherine set her files down on the table and sat down opposite Campbell and his lawyer. Campbell was jumping up and down in his seat at the Scottish woman.

"Morag! I wis worried you might nae have came!"

Katherine leaned back and addressed Campbell tiredly.

"You should really keep your mouth shut before you say something stupid, Mr. Campbell. Of course that would be entirely to my benefit, but I'm sure your lawyer has already extolled to you the virtues of silence. My job is to extol the virtues of talking, mainly the prize of a reduced sentence...Shall we?"

[MORAG MACBETH]

"Are you finished? If you don't mind, I've been working a very long day and want to be able to get some sleep tonight. This is a meeting between the ADA and the defendant and his lawyer, a meeting you do not have privy to. So, unless this gentleman has suddenly sprouted money for another lawyer, I suggest you wait outside until I finish my work."

Ah, so this was the ADA. Morag had to admit she had been wondering just who on earth this woman was, what gave her the authority to act the way she had been acting. Well, the position of ADA more than gave her that power, although it still (childishly) amused Morag that someone with such a powerful position should be so lacking in height. The woman's demeanour more than made up for this though - she was clearly an authority figure - an authority figure whom Morag evidently had no trouble crossing.

She may have not had privy to the meeting, as this woman so eloquently put it, but she hadn't very well abandoned her director, her fellow cast members and her audience - during an interval, no less - only to be told to wait outside the room. Besides, on a more pressing note, she was here to find out just how much the police knew about the drug ring - luckily Jim knew very little, but Morag had to ensure he told even less than that. She couldn't very well do that through the wall.

"You should really keep your mouth shut before you say something stupid, Mr. Campbell. Of course that would be entirely to my benefit, but I'm sure your lawyer has already extolled to you the virtues of silence. My job is to extol the virtues of talking, mainly the prize of a reduced sentence...Shall we?"

Campbell looked sheepish and ducked his head, as if to avoid the ADA's gaze. However, at her question he looked up again, first at her and then at Morag, as if expecting her to give him some clue as to how to proceed.

Morag, however, wasn't looking at him. She was looking at the ADA still, one eyebrow raised in disdain.

"Well, if you dinnae mind, I didnae very well drag masel' all the way here in the middle of the show only tae be told tae wait outside...Jim here is a family friend, I wannae know just whit exactly he's been accused of!"

[KATHERINE MINOLA]

Katherine put a hand on her hip and arched a skeptical eyebrow at Morag. "Your family should choose its acquaintances better, Mrs. Macbeth," Katherine replied sarcastically. "Mr. Campbell was caught dealing heroin out of a dive in Harlem. I have a feeling it wasn't medicinal."

She turned to Campbell's lawyer, a pale, thin man named Carter who was upwards of sixty, and counting down the days until he could spend the rest of his wormy little life in his Miami beach house with his very buxom secretary. Katherine was placing her money on Mrs. Carter and Mrs. Carter's private detective.

She nodded in Carter's direction, "I don't really give a rat's ass about your client, but I want his distributors. If he talks, he can get out in two years, maybe three, and than we can both get out of this God-forsaken place." She huffed and sat back in her chair, while Carter shuffled his papers and pretended to mull over the offer.

"Works for me, Minola," He said as he pushed his wire frames back up the bridge of his nose, "Let me talk to my client to get things straight, but you should have your information by late tomorrow morning."

Katherine smiled and twirled her fountain pen in her hand. Finally I can go home tonight, she thought to herself before turning back to Morag.

"I'm sure your audience is missing you, Mrs. Macbeth," Katherine said as she stood up to face the other woman. "Unless you have any information of your own, I'd say your time was better spent dumping this moron from your list of friends and going back to whatever stage you perform on for an encore. My Heart Will Go On is always a showstopper. Especially all that dramatic chest beating. Celine sure does know how to win 'em over."

[MORAG MACBETH]

"Your family should choose its acquaintances better, Mrs. Macbeth. Mr. Campbell was caught dealing heroin out of a dive in Harlem. I have a feeling it wasn't medicinal."

"Ah...I see. I dinnae want tae, mind, but I cannae help doin' so, since we're here."

Morag nodded, her expression grave as it would be expected to be in these circumstances. This sombre expression did not quite match her eyes, however, and as Katherine turned to face the public defendant, Morag shot Campbell a look that clearly indicated her disbelief and frustration at his being caught in such a compromising venture. Well, it wasn't as if she'd have chance to yell at him for it now. That look would have to do.

Jim acknowledged Morag's look with one of his own, managing to look both sheepish and somehow affronted. Sure, it was his fault he got caught, but it was the Macbeth's heroin he'd been dealing. So, in all technicality, it was more her fault than his...

"...I want his distributors. If he talks, he can get out in two years, maybe three..."

Campbell's expression changed radically then, to one of mingled disdain and resignment to one of fear. Two years, maybe three? He couldn't possible go to jail for three years...what could he do, what could he say? He looked almost beseechingly at Morag, hoping she would have some sort of a solution.

For her part, Morag would have acknowledged the look, but Katherine's rising from her chair prompted the actress to return her attention to the ADA.

"I'm sure your audience is missing you, Mrs. Macbeth. Unless you have any information of your own, I'd say your time was better spent dumping this moron from your list of friends and going back to whatever stage you perform on for an encore. My Heart Will Go On is always a showstopper. Especially all that dramatic chest beating. Celine sure does know how to win 'em over."

Morag frowned. She wasn't used to having her profession frowned upon, mostly because the majority who knew of her through her profession were loyal fans of hers or in the business themselves. Those in the mob who were aware of 'Lady Macbeth's' acting career either praised her or kept their mouths shut - and really, it wasn't relevant as far as the mob was concerned. If anything it was an advantage.

As surprised as Morag was, she wasn't very well going to stand there frowning and not say anything back.

"You know, I would love tae, but I'm afraid Liz Lochhead wrote a play about Mary, Queen o' Scots, nae the bloody Titanic," she retorted. "Both tragic stories, I have tae say, but you ken something else that's tragic? Jim Campbell here nae havin' proper representation! I'm gonnae call in my personal attorney - I reckon he'll be able tae sort things out far better than this wee glaikit defender here!"

With that she reached inside her handbag and pulled out her mobile, preparing to punch in Alan's number.




ooc: Glaikit = useless. felt I should explain that particularly Scottish word there. :3

[KATHERINE MINOLA]

"You ken something else that's tragic? Jim Campbell here nae havin' proper representation! I'm gonnae call in my personal attorney - I reckon he'll be able tae sort things out far better than this wee glaikit defender here!"

Katherine stiffened as the woman spoke. She immiediately stopped twirling her pen, gripping it in her hand until her knuckles turned white. She whipped her head around and glared silently at Morag Macbeth.

Is this woman an idiot?, she thought as she narrowed her gaze and watched Morag uneasily.

"I appreciate the show of loyalty, Mrs. Macbeth," Katherine said, her tone icy and hostile. "But you should consider that your lawyer - and your money - would be better spent on something more worthwile than trying to keep some two-bit loser drug dealer out of prison, friend or not."

Standing up, she watched Morag for a sign or tell. There had to be some reason why she was willing to defend someone as useless as Campbell, and somehow, family ties just didn't seem to be a good enough reason.

"Mrs. Macbeth, let me be frank with you." Katherine spoke up again, this time opting to let Morag in on the truth. Maybe knowing that Campbell wasn't the main target after all would get her to lay off on the big-time lawyer and give her open access to whatever Campbell knew.

"Your friend" She jabbed a finger in Campbell's direction, "Is not really my concern here. I want his distributers. Badly. There's a vast heroin ring in this city, and I want to destroy it, but I need Mr. Campbell's co-operation, and everything he knows about the drugs he deals. In return, I'll make a deal to minimize his jail time as much as possible. I'm afraid I wont be able to get him off completely though. He was caught with a very large amount of drugs, you understand."

[MORAG MACBETH]

"I appreciate the show of loyalty, Mrs. Macbeth. But you should consider that your lawyer - and your money - would be better spent on something more worthwile than trying to keep some two-bit loser drug dealer out of prison, friend or not."

Morag looked up from her phone at the ADA's hostile tone, her finger poised on the call button. It was true what the other woman was saying - her money could be better spent on other things, this was Jim Campbell, for God's sake! But then, if she didn't even make an attempt to get him off, who knew what he would tell the police? He would be more than willing to talk, Morag knew, but if she was there to dissuade him, this situation could at least be partially salvaged...

As the ADA stood Morag made no move to replace the phone in her handbag, simply staring at the other woman, one eyebrow still raised, as if awaiting an explanation as to why she couldn't give her 'family friend' the best help she could offer.

"Mrs. Macbeth, let me be frank with you."

Ah, at last Morag was going to get some sort of information from this woman. She had been beginning to despair of anything coming from this interview other than a hostile tone and poorly veiled insults of her career.

"Your friend is not really my concern here. I want his distributers. Badly. There's a vast heroin ring in this city, and I want to destroy it, but I need Mr. Campbell's co-operation, and everything he knows about the drugs he deals. In return, I'll make a deal to minimize his jail time as much as possible. I'm afraid I wont be able to get him off completely though. He was caught with a very large amount of drugs, you understand."

Morag said nothing for a few moments, taking in the information she had been afforded. Of course Campbell wasn't the real target, but the fact the ADA was so adamant about destroying the drug ring set Macbeth on edge. Then again, it seemed if she was only able to get hold of lowly distributors like Campbell, and if said distributors didn't say anything of worth, it looked as though Morag would have time on her side.

At the ADAs words about not being able to get him off completely, Jim gave Morag his most plaintive, pleading look yet,but Morag ignored him, her attention focussed on the ADA.

"I see," she said, eventually. "But whit exactly do ye reckon Campbell's going tae ken? Whit will he be able tae tell ye?"

[KATHERINE MINOLA]

"I see. But whit exactly do ye reckon Campbell's going tae ken? Whit will he be able tae tell ye?"

Katherine arched an eyebrow at the statuesque actress and placed a hand on her hip. "Why the fishing expedition all of a sudden, Mrs Macbeth?" She asked before turning her attention back to her papers. This woman was being a great nuisance and - was Carter texting?

She slammed her files on the desk, making Carter jump about a foot out of his chair and nearly drop his cell phone mid-text. He cleared his throat, straightened his polyester clip-on tie and sat straight in his chair like a schoolboy trying to pretend he hadn't just been caught hiding a Playboy in his history textbook.

"I don't really need much from your 'friend'," She continued, glaring at Carter, who only gave her dead look in return. "I just want to know where he gets his supply, to work my way up the food chain so to speak and get the top dog behind bars. If he helps me, I'll help him, as I already said. We get this done quickly without any more lawyers sticking their hands in this mess, we can all go home sooner rather than later. And I won't have to look at this idiot anymore." Katherine jabbed a finger in Carter's direction. He rolled his eyes and held his phone up.

"Can it, Minola," He said dryly. "I was texting my wife that I'd be later then expected. Maybe if you quit your fire-breathing dragon act we could all get back to the important issues here and maybe get home before midnight?"

If you were texting your wife, then I'm Mother fucking Teresa, Katherine wanted to bite right back, but she kept silent, not wanting lose her professionalism in front of an audience...if Macbeth and Campbell could be counted as such. Still, it wasn't going to help her career any if she lived up to the Shrew of Manhattan moniker she'd been given by a bunch of drunk lawyers at a bar some years back.

"As you can see Mrs. Macbeth." She said once she'd regained her composure. "We're all tired and on edge. Let's not drag this out with more lawyers and red tape. Maybe you can convince Mr. Campbell that his best chance is to cooperate with me?"

Christ, Katherine thought as she swiveled in her chair to watch Morag for a reaction, I'm going to need to wear bigger heels around this woman. I feel like freaking Thumbalina.

[MORAG MACBETH]

"Why the fishing expedition all of a sudden, Mrs Macbeth?"

Morag wasn't pleased with how quickly the ADA had cottoned on to her scheme, but then this woman couldn't well be the ADA if she did a poor job - and being suspicious of Morag who, she very well knew herself, was acting suspiciously, was an indicator that this woman wasn't ADA for nothing.

She was saved from having to come up with a not-so-suspicious response, at least temporarily, as the ADA - Minola, hadn't Carter said? - became distracted by the lawyer's texting. Although she was focussed on the task at hand, she couldn't hide a small smirk as the lawyer jumped - let Carter and Minola argue amongst themselves for a bit, it'd give her a bit of a reprieve from Minola's continued verbal assaults.

"I don't really need much from your 'friend'. I just want to know where he gets his supply, to work my way up the food chain so to speak and get the top dog behind bars. If he helps me, I'll help him, as I already said. We get this done quickly without any more lawyers sticking their hands in this mess, we can all go home sooner rather than later. And I won't have to look at this idiot anymore."

Morag nodded, as if in agreement, but taking her time as Carter made his excuses to mull over what Katherine had told her. She was definitely on to the drug ring, that much was obvious, but Campbell wouldn't be able to tell her anything of particular use - Morag would make sure of that.

"As you can see Mrs. Macbeth, we're all tired and on edge. Let's not drag this out with more lawyers and red tape. Maybe you can convince Mr. Campbell that his best chance is to cooperate with me?"

Morag replaced her mobile in her handbag at this, considering the offer. Granted, calling in Alan would help get Campbell off, or at least less time than Carter would get him, but if she were allowed to talk to Campbell herself, she could ensure he didn't say anything untoward.

"Very well," she replied. "Would ye allow me tae have a word wi' Mr. Campbell...alone?"

[KATHERINE MINOLA]

Katherine's eyes narrowed. Something didn't feel right here, but if she stood firm and refused to let Macbeth in to see Campbell, it would tip her off far to quickly if she had something to hide. Not to mention the legality of it was questionable. By law, Campbell had the right to talk to this woman if he so pleased.

She turned to Carter who arched an eyebrow at her sceptically. "Does your client want to talk to Mrs. Macbeth? If he does, I can't stop him." Katherine threw a suspicious glance in Campbell's direction before turning back to Morag.

"If your client and his lawyer agree to it, than you can have your...private conversation with Mr. Campbell." She was still very uneasy about all of this, and especially about having to leave while Macbeth and Campbell conversed conspiratorially about God knows what. But she had no choice, if that was what he wanted. She stood back and waited for Carter's reply.


(OOC: Feel free to god mod Carter of you need to)
She turned to

[MORAG MACBETH]

ooc: I'm sorry this has taken so long Sisi - forgive me? D:

bic:

As the ADA's expression grew stonier, Morag kept her own neutral, unassuming - it would not do to try and stare the woman down, or glower as she was doing. As the woman threw a quick glance at Campbell (who, Morag noticed out of the corner of her eye, looked as eager to speak with her as a puppy was eager to chew on a bone) Morag did not follow her gaze, instead turning her attention to the lawyer, Carter. The man had one sceptical eyebrow raised, and Morag couldn't blame him. The situation did stink of suspicion. But the mobster knew the law well enough to know that, if Campbell wished to speak to her, he was allowed to - Minola's words confirmed this.

"If your client and his lawyer agree to it, than you can have your...private conversation with Mr. Campbell."

Morag smiled at this, sweetly, all innocence.

Carter turned to face Campbell, still looking sceptical.

"You heard the ADA," he told the man briskly. "If you want to have a conversation with Mrs. Macbeth, then it is permissible by law. The ADA and I need not be in the room. Personally, I think its unorthodox but I'm willing to permit it."

Campbell nodded wildly at this, far more enthusiastically then he should have considering, whether Morag talked to him or no, he was still facing jail time. It seemed he was unaware of this fact, or choosing to ignore it.

"Aye," he told Carter hurriedly. "If ye wouldnae mind, I'd like tae have a chat wi' Morag." He paused. Then, as an afterthought, as if being polite would help reduce his sentence, "Please."

Morag inwardly rolled her eyes - God, Jim Campbell really was a pathetic creature - but outwardly retained her neutral expression as Carter got to his feet and left the room, sparing a parting glance for Katherine, expecting her to follow him. Morag returned her attention to the ADA now, still smiling.

"If ye wouldnae mind," she mimicked Campbell, pride only slightly pervading her tone. "The sooner Jim and I hae our wee chat, the sooner we can all get hame."

[KATHERINE MINOLA]

Katherine glared at Morag. "You have 10 minutes. I'll be waiting outside. Carter?" She turned and nodded at the public defender and they both went out into the station lobby together.

Carter continued to text on his phone while she bought another stale coffee from the instant espresso machine. She didn't pay much attention to the taste, as her mind was elsewhere, desperately try to guess what Macbeth could possibly be taking about with that two-bit drug dealer.

She began pacing back and forth across the stained carpet, sipping her coffe, and waiting for the woman to come out.

(OC: I'M SO SORRY. I was both blocked and busy for a while)