Miv likes to hang out at Quark’s after a long day. She has a tendency to play a few too many spins on the Dabo wheel, have a little too much Kanar, start ranting about the state of Cardassia to anyone who will listen, and eventually end up flirting incessantly with the nearest person.
This happens surprisingly often.
I taught a Prylar to dance one night.
Quark’s is always a great place to make friends and learn about new cultures.
“When drinking in a bar, it is important to sing pirate songs.”
“Really?” Miv set her glass down and leaned forward, her companion already tilting unsteadily on the barstool.
“Oh yes,” the other woman’s words slurred merrily, “do they not sing on Cardassia?”
“Oh, of course,” Miv nodded, “but I can’t recall ever hearing any Cardassian pirate drinking songs.”
“That’s too bad,” the woman nodded solemnly, then attempted to snap her fingers, her hand coming dangerously close to knocking her mug over, “I know, I’ll teach you!”
Miv lent the woman an amused smile, “That sounds delightful!”
“Another drink!” the woman cheered, “we must drink while we sing!”
Miv gestured surreptitiously to the Ferengi bartender, “Yes, but we better make it synthahol or we will be concluding our concert in the infirmary.”
High-res USS Doppelganger and DS9
I’m coming home.
Sometimes, I just get homesick.
I believe that it’s important to believe in something. Without faith in something that cannot be destroyed, we become lost in a vast and uncertain universe.
Can’t beat the view
Captain Koril 