Bekka/Open
Technically, where technialities mattered, Bekka was expected to work from eight am on Monday until her last class on Friday. She (like everyone else) was a student after all, and that was the hours they were required to be present for. She did of course, show up to them all; or at least most of them; and turned in all the expected papers and paperwork but to say that she did not work after her last bell Friday afternoon was a complete falicy. Tonight; and a little bit tomorrow morning, was when she truly earned her wages.
Washington-Irving was a private school after all, and that meant that most of these children had some kind of cash flow in their back pockets. It was her intent that at least a decent percentage of that flow did not stay in their pockets for very long.
She was dressed for the occasion, her notebook stuffed in the back of her skirt, two pens hidden in her hair and ears. She was here for one reason, everyone who owed her money? Would likely be here as well.
But hey, if there was liquor as well... She lit up and found a spot not too close to the light, in case they were found out before it began.