Around town, evening

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex had seen war, some useless and some more sinister. In the end, she'd made a whole lot of money from it. This however was just chaos leading to no money going to her and that was annoying. Not to mention that the only place to get a whiskey right now involved singing, you'd get cranky for less. So she moved through the streets, clubbed an idiot trying to steal over the head and gracefully accepted the reward she got in return (although she was under the impression that the guy seemed rather intimidated by her, but she didn't argue with money).


((Got an emergency? Feel free to poke her and bring some money. Want to try to attack her? Just give it a go.))

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[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark finishes stapling his late morning project (http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a184/therabidone/quark/quark4mayor.jpg) to a telephone pole, when he turns to see Tex.

"Great. You again."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, me again." She scowled at the poster and tore it right off. "What's this?"

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"A simple, menial start to my campaign for mayor." Quark smirks. "I think the photograph captures my stately stature properly. It just projects the idea of Mayor Quark."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, butt ugly just like your suit." Tex crumples up the poster and throws it at Quark's head. "Slow too."

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark points a finger. "You know what your problem is? You've probably spent too much time in that armor of yours. All cooped up and impersonal. You need to break out of your shell, live a little, enjoy life." He sighs. "Might help that temper of yours."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"See, I think you got the wrong way around. I like my temper just fine, so it seems that you're the one with the problem," Tex helpfully points out.

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"You're not a Klingon under all that get-up, are you?" Quark tilts his head a little.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"A what now?"

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"Guess not." Quark shakes his head. "What are you, Tex? Other than big mother hen for this town, I mean."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex sneers as she leans over Quark. "Right now? I'd say I'm the law."

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark smartened up from yesterday and palms his phasers.

"Right now, I'd say we go our seperate ways again, Tex. See you on election day," he says, backing away.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Not all too worried, Tex takes a step forward as well. "I'm starting to think your ears are so fucking big because they're crappy. It's either that or you're really dumb," she tilts her head as she studies his the phasers.

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark's hands remain steady on the disruptors which were always disruptors, and never phasers, I don't know what you're talking about, we totally didn't make a mistake.

"Oh, my ears work just fine. I'm not sure if you understand the Ferengi tenacity for a situation from which they can profit. It takes more than a few threats and bravado to get rid of me."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"How about a neck snapping? Would that work?" Tex offers, tilting her head.

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Rule of Acquisition 125: You can't make a deal if you're dead.

"It might," Quark says, backing off. "But I'd prefer a little oo-mox first." With that said, he takes off running.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Oo-mox?" Tex frowns and for a moment considers going after Quark, but it kinda seems like a waste of time.