Emmy finished unpacking their clothes and toiletries as she listened to Mark's strategy. "Always the planner love" she chuckled as she rummaged through her purse for her wallet. She unzipped the black leather pouch and pulled out $100 and laid it on the table. "That's all the cash I have at the moment. We maxed out my credit card with the three nights stay here so hopefully, we'll be winning some cash soon or you and I will be panhandling on the strip" she said as she dropped her wallet back into her purse.<br/><br/>She walked over to the minibar and opened it. She perused the selection of alcohol and decided to grab the small bottle of Jack Daniels. SHe shut the fridge with her foot as she cracked open the bottle. She walked over to where Mark was bent over the table, filling out their bracket as she downed the liquid within. She coughed a few times as she looked at the now empty bottle. "Let's see what this replicator does, shall we?" she said as she bent down to open Mark's backpack. She placed the lid back on the bottle and dropped it into the pack. She peered down into it for a few seconds waiting for a flash or some kind of sound, but nothing happened. "Do you think we have to close the backpack up for it to work?" she was thinking out loud of course. She zipped up the backpack and waited about a minute before she opened it again. She reached inside and pulled out the bottle of Jack and it was full again, seal unbroken. She tossed it in the air laughing, then caught it. "Well I'll be damned," she said as she rolled the bottle in the palm of her hand.<br/><br/>Emmy leaned over to grab her purse and pulled out her prescription pad from one of the side pockets. She gently took Mark's pen from his hand and scribbled an order for fifteen 5 mg morphine tablets. She placed the prescription in the backpack and zipped it back up. She counted to thirty and then opened the backpack up again. She reached inside and pulled out a prescription bottle of fifteen tablets of morphine. She placed that bottle in her purse as well as the prescription pad which was brand new and still had plenty of pages to it. "It worked!" she said as she handed Mark back his pen.<br/><br/>She hopped her bottom up on the table with her feet dangling by the floor. She looked over her shoulder at Mark's handy work. "I don't understand any of this so I'm glad you're here," she said as she looked over in his direction.<br/><br/>A few moments had past and Emmy had an epiphany .  "Mark !" she said with excitement.  "If the prescription pad worked , do you think other ordering pads would work ? Like what a waitress uses or someone at a shop ?"