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wouldbenagus) wrote in fandomtownies2018-04-19 02:04 pm
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Quark's, Thursday night
It was a quiet night at Quark's, but then, wasn't it always?
It was always. And Quark hated it. He hated everything about this dingy little backwards rock, whose denizens didn't even get depressed or happy enough to gamble properly. His employees had down time! He was literally paying them to do nothing! That was against so many Rules of Acquisition that Quark had lost count! How was a man to make a profit when no one wanted to play any games and tiny rodents stole all the gossip that should be all rights belong to the bartender to spread?
Quark needed something new. Something those damned squirrels could tell the whole town about. Let the little assholes earn their keep by providing him some free advertising. And so, on this quiet Thursday night, he had out some brand, shiny new bottles of liquor — the good stuff, the real stuff — out on the bar, throwing together a little bit of this, a little bit of that, trying to come up with a new signature cocktail.
"Tequila, there's a good one. You know you're getting a high quality liquor when it can be served with a worm as a garnish. Aaaaaaand throw in a dash of bloodwine to make sure no one can get it anywhere else, stir it all together and —" Quark lifted the dark, murky drink proudly and watched as it caught the light. And caught more light. And seemed, in fact, to glow with its own inner light, a deep, pleasant purple-red color that seemed to make the beverage sparkle. "Would you look at that." He beamed as the bouncer and dabo girl looked up from their respective bored postures and came over for a closer look. "I think we have a winner, ladies and gentlemen. Come to Quark's! Our drinks are so good they glow!"
"It smells like ass," the bouncer said. Quark shrugged.
"Doesn't matter. If it gets 'em drunk enough, no one will care." He flashed the dabo girl a toothy smile. "What do you think Kayla? Want to be the first to try the wonder of the Alpha Quadrant?"
"Not even a little," Kayla said.
"I'll pay you extra."
"Cash upfront."
Quark heaved a deep sigh and pulled a wad of paper bills out from under the counter. He made a big show of counting out five of them, then changing his mind and taking two back, then magnanimously giving in and putting one back on the stack. "There," he said, sliding the four bills to her. "Satisfied?"
"Sure." Kayla smiled. "You know I can't resist the look of agony you get on your face when you have to actually pay someone." She picked up the glass, toasted the bar, and took a big, long sip.
And slammed the drink back down on the bar with a look of utter disgust as she forced herself to swallow.
"That is the most disgusting thing I have ever put in my mouth."
"Really?" the bouncer asked. "Even worse than when you were dating my brother?"
"Worse than all three of your brothers." Kayla gestured wildly, already looking at least a little tipsy. The drink had hit her like a shot and left her reeling. "Worserer than even — even Quark's. . . ." She flung both arms towards the ceiling. ". . . Ear thingy." She brought them down again, knocking the glass containing the rest of the cocktail to the floor, her long, carefully manicured fingernails ripping through the air and through the fabric of space-time itself.
The portal opened in a flash of blue and gold, like a tiny wormhole between the dabo tables and the bar. Quark, Kayla, and the bouncer all blinked at it for a moment in astonishment as it hovered, wide open and startlingly stable, showing a view of a dimly lit Earthen alleyway on the other side.
Then something nasty sprang through, howling and making a beeline for Kayla. The bouncer leaped to her defense, but what knocked almost casually aside. Quark screamed, diving behind the bar. Kayla, a veteranNPC Fandom resident, managed to dodge the attack and bolt out the door, the skinless horror hot on her heels.
In the silence that followed, Quark slowly peeked up over the edge of the bar. The portal remained open and quiet. The bouncer sat up, clinging to a bar stool for support.
"Man," he said. "Portalocity really fucked the dog on this one."
[AND THE SPRING BDE BEGINS. Tremens will trickle slowly through the portal this evening, roaming over the island and attacking anyone who's been drinking/smells enough like tasty, tasty magic.
Also the post is open for post-portal opening interaction!]
It was always. And Quark hated it. He hated everything about this dingy little backwards rock, whose denizens didn't even get depressed or happy enough to gamble properly. His employees had down time! He was literally paying them to do nothing! That was against so many Rules of Acquisition that Quark had lost count! How was a man to make a profit when no one wanted to play any games and tiny rodents stole all the gossip that should be all rights belong to the bartender to spread?
Quark needed something new. Something those damned squirrels could tell the whole town about. Let the little assholes earn their keep by providing him some free advertising. And so, on this quiet Thursday night, he had out some brand, shiny new bottles of liquor — the good stuff, the real stuff — out on the bar, throwing together a little bit of this, a little bit of that, trying to come up with a new signature cocktail.
"Tequila, there's a good one. You know you're getting a high quality liquor when it can be served with a worm as a garnish. Aaaaaaand throw in a dash of bloodwine to make sure no one can get it anywhere else, stir it all together and —" Quark lifted the dark, murky drink proudly and watched as it caught the light. And caught more light. And seemed, in fact, to glow with its own inner light, a deep, pleasant purple-red color that seemed to make the beverage sparkle. "Would you look at that." He beamed as the bouncer and dabo girl looked up from their respective bored postures and came over for a closer look. "I think we have a winner, ladies and gentlemen. Come to Quark's! Our drinks are so good they glow!"
"It smells like ass," the bouncer said. Quark shrugged.
"Doesn't matter. If it gets 'em drunk enough, no one will care." He flashed the dabo girl a toothy smile. "What do you think Kayla? Want to be the first to try the wonder of the Alpha Quadrant?"
"Not even a little," Kayla said.
"I'll pay you extra."
"Cash upfront."
Quark heaved a deep sigh and pulled a wad of paper bills out from under the counter. He made a big show of counting out five of them, then changing his mind and taking two back, then magnanimously giving in and putting one back on the stack. "There," he said, sliding the four bills to her. "Satisfied?"
"Sure." Kayla smiled. "You know I can't resist the look of agony you get on your face when you have to actually pay someone." She picked up the glass, toasted the bar, and took a big, long sip.
And slammed the drink back down on the bar with a look of utter disgust as she forced herself to swallow.
"That is the most disgusting thing I have ever put in my mouth."
"Really?" the bouncer asked. "Even worse than when you were dating my brother?"
"Worse than all three of your brothers." Kayla gestured wildly, already looking at least a little tipsy. The drink had hit her like a shot and left her reeling. "Worserer than even — even Quark's. . . ." She flung both arms towards the ceiling. ". . . Ear thingy." She brought them down again, knocking the glass containing the rest of the cocktail to the floor, her long, carefully manicured fingernails ripping through the air and through the fabric of space-time itself.
The portal opened in a flash of blue and gold, like a tiny wormhole between the dabo tables and the bar. Quark, Kayla, and the bouncer all blinked at it for a moment in astonishment as it hovered, wide open and startlingly stable, showing a view of a dimly lit Earthen alleyway on the other side.
Then something nasty sprang through, howling and making a beeline for Kayla. The bouncer leaped to her defense, but what knocked almost casually aside. Quark screamed, diving behind the bar. Kayla, a veteran
In the silence that followed, Quark slowly peeked up over the edge of the bar. The portal remained open and quiet. The bouncer sat up, clinging to a bar stool for support.
"Man," he said. "Portalocity really fucked the dog on this one."
[AND THE SPRING BDE BEGINS. Tremens will trickle slowly through the portal this evening, roaming over the island and attacking anyone who's been drinking/smells enough like tasty, tasty magic.
Also the post is open for post-portal opening interaction!]