Quark's, Friday

[wouldbenagus]

One of the dabo tables was acting up, and Quark's usual method of attempting repairs -- kick it until it started working again -- wasn't proving very effective. "This never happened back on Deep Space Nine," he grumbled, kicking the thing again while the dabo girl assigned to work it lounged at the bar and flirted with an NPC customer. For free! Those flirts were supposed to gain Quark profit!

"Stupid piece of --" *kick kick* "-- actually making me miss that idiot brother of mine. And O'Brien!" *kick* "O'Brien would have had this all fixed up in minutes and then buy himself six rounds of beer!" *kick kick kick CRACK*

The dabo table let out a sad little tinkling noise, much slower than the usual sound of its wheel spinning. Its lights all went out and it jerked to a halt. Quark flung his hands in the air.

"Fine! I'll just have to replicate a new one!" He spun on the dabo girl at the bar. "You! Go wait some tables!"

"Yeeeeeeah," the girl said. "I think I quit."

Quark threw his hands in the air. "Fine. You weren't worth the do-lars anyway."

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