fandomtownies | Quark's, Friday

This island was almost deadly boring. Sure, there was the whole thing a couple weeks back where apparently something turned the humans into not-quite-humans, but Quark didn't know enough about these people yet to even notice, and that was only one thing! Out of more than a month living here! Back on Deep Space Nine something would have tried to kill them all at least four times by now! And that was even before the Dominion War!

Of course, Quark would never admit to missing the excitement. Sure, when things went weird, people tended to want friendly places to drink and relax more, so weekly threats to life and limb were good for profit, but they were also, you know, threats to life and limb. Ferengi weren't known for their sense of adventure. Quark didn't even like to play murder mystery holonovels.

He was half hoping for a holosuite disaster to shake things up, though. Not that he would ever deliberately sacrifice his own equipment, not without Rom around to fix them back up again. So for now, he had to settle for learning how to make margaritas and tequila sunrises, and trying to keep the squirrels from passing out drunk on his bar.

[OH MY GOD I'M FINALLY GETTING AROUND TO POSTING AGAIN. Open!]

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Admittedly, there's already programs for margaritas and tequila sunrises in the replicator. But living here was just that quiet.

Some guy who claimed to run the dishwasher at the diner kept losing all his money over here, so Quark couldn't complain too much.

Probably still reasonably bug free!*

* reminder, buggy holosuite sessions should be cleared OOCly. Otherwise, go nuts.]

OMG I REMEMBERED TO POST.

Between vacation, work, and local politics, my brain has been dead lately.

Quark's, Friday

Food and drink

Dabo tables

Holosuites

OOC