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Quark ([personal profile] wouldbenagus) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2017-12-01 04:22 pm
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Quark's, Friday

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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special_rabbit: (you got it kid)

Re: The Bar

[personal profile] special_rabbit 2017-12-01 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"That man's no wizard." Pure hatred seethed out of a Amaya for a brief flash of a moment. "That is a crook of the highest order."

She was not about to get started on that, because if she did, she was going to end up having to owe Quark about a year's worth in rent for damages.

Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself that getting her gloves dirty in something technical was just the thing to distract her from that line of thought. She honed in her focus with sharpened-blade accuracy toward the table in question. "No worries there," she said, stroking her chin as she moved over for an ancillary consideration. "If I can't work a little reverse engineering, I might as well hand in all my tools now."
special_rabbit: (o face)

Re: The Bar

[personal profile] special_rabbit 2017-12-01 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Amaya paused, stuck somewhere between ooh, what's a tricorder? and rent.

One side very clearly won out a mere second later.

"Ooh, what's a tricorder?"

IT SOUNDED FANCY. AND TECHNICAL.
special_rabbit: (wut)

Re: The Bar

[personal profile] special_rabbit 2017-12-01 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"A...hammer?" Amaya was giving you quite the look, Quark, because who didn't know the proper term for a bangy thing? In a way, though, it filled her with a sudden sense of purpose. Obviously, this poor strangely-eared space fellow needed her.

Bangy thing, indeed!

And then her face twisted with uncertainty as she truly considered the tool. "It sounds...efficient," she said. "I like that. But it also sounds like it sucks all the fun out of the whole process...."

Her intrigue about the fascinating technologies of this world and beyond was winning out, but not before her wallet had a say. And she couldn't help wondering if they'd ever have a conversation that wasn't mostly negotiation.

Probably not.

"How much to rent it?" she tentatively ventured.
Edited 2017-12-01 23:51 (UTC)