Cadet Tarrik Tarkin - Slurgburger Blues

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(( Burger Nagus, Deck 227/228, Deep Space 224 ))

Tarrik stood in front of the cashier with something that looked like a large worm between buns and a disposable cup filled with what could have been Slug-O-Cola but the color wasn't quite right.

Tarkin: There's no free refills? C'mon, the drink tastes off!

Tarrik did his best convince the rather small Ferengi behind the counter with 'Larf' etched into his reflective golden nametag. He pointed toward a large sign nearby that had writing from nearly every language in the quadrant: SATISFACTION NOT GUARANTEED

Larf: I already told you. It's not my fault you're broke. At least you could afford the Slurgburger.

Tarkin: Hey! I'm not!

He's red in the face with how angry he gets, fist clenched up into a tight little ball while his knuckles go nearly white, the muscles in his jaw working to grind his teeth together while he glares at Larf. Larf, on the other hand, appears unphased.

Tarkin: :more calmly: I'm not broke. I just got my first assignment as the Ensign of a Starship. I'm an engineer. I just haven't been officially brought into the crew and given my ident cards and my dad only gave me enough for the one meal. If you give me the drink now, I'll pay double once I get assigned my replicator rations.

Larf seemed unimpressed. Tarkin could tell he wasn't persuading the employee and he definitely wasn't going to call dad and ask for more latinum. Seemingly he gave up with a heavy sigh, hauling his burger and drink back to the table with the wrapper and tray before he flumps into a seat. Clearly dissatisfied he takes a large, greedy bite of that slug burger he's carrying and stares off into the passing crowds that populate DS224.

Not that long ago he stepped off of a transport ship all the way from Starbase 118. He was expected to head straight to the Artemis-A but he's stalling. Not that he'd admit that to himself! He just doesn't want to show up hungry. Or thirsty. That big bite he took ends up demanding another gulp of that Slug-O-Cola to wash it down but taking a drink made him wince, his countenance all twisted up like he just got a mouthful of salt.

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