Behold my field of fucks...

You have to give Clover credit...naming this drug you’ve been put in charge of “Love Potion” really did a number on sales considering the holiday.  Most of the men working for you reported a sales spike and chances are that means an increase in orders. Business is booming as they would say. Of course, that means a shift in tactics.  While it’s great the drug’s popularity is steadily rising...that means it is only a matter of time before it will begin catching the unwanted attention.  So a fair bit of the street dealing is now done by men loyal to you and your group...or at least loyal enough they know better than to snitch if the cops catch them.  Really though, most are beyond delighted to work for ya, their own profits gaining.  As long as the Felt get their proper cut and due, you’ve giving them the go-ahead to add their own personal service fees to their dealings...knowing full well the demand and their own greed will increase the street cost. Which is where you come in.  Because unlike your dealers, you’re the guy who keeps the cost at the base because you’re such a “friendly fellow”.  When you show up, it’s like you’re the damn ice cream truck as the degenerates and addicts flock...because you’re their “buddy”. Willing to cut them breaks and at a price that soothes their fevered souls. Your other dealers may offer them access at any time if they can pay the costs...you’re the guy who if they can just hold out a wee bit longer...you can give them what they want for a price they can afford. At this point you’ve figured out the overall time before the shakes and cravings really kick in....timing your appearances for those moments when desperation is just at that feverish pitch and they’re willing to do just about anything for a taste.  You’re the guy they whisper about to their trusted friends.  They love you, they’d probably die and kill for you. And considering Doc is the one really running the show, you expect they will in due time.