LtCmdr. Talos Dakora - Double Down Dabo
Travis
((Quark’s Bar, Grill, Gaming House and Holo-Suite Arcade - Deep Space Nine))
Talos sat at the high top bar and raised a finger to the Ferengi bartender while holding up his glass with the other. It wasn't the first time– being honest it wasn't even the second or third– but he'd come here to cut loose a bit.
And so he found himself sitting at the bar, wearing one of his infamous Hawaiian shirts –a bright red one– working on his 4th Risian Sunrise.
A sense of isolation had been hanging over him for a while now, brought on by a combination of old friends leaving and his own rising through the ranks. Then there was the loneliness. A void that had once been filled by smatterings of single-serving friends and lovers had lost its luster once he’d become Intel Chief and he’d had to contend with the paranoia of whether or not the gorgeous and/or interesting person he’d been chatting up was a bad actor. It had only gotten worse once he’d made XO.
Adri was long gone, the Robin thing had gone down in flames, and hitting on Addison seemed detrimental to his health and safety– though if he was being honest with himself, that had probably always been true.
But none of that needed to matter right now. He was a stranger in a strange place and that blonde down at the end of the bar kept giving him the look.
You know the one.
((One hour later))
Dakora: Dabo!!!
A crowd had begun to form around Talos as he sat at the end of the Dabo table and they erupted in cheers and jeers as he managed to win once again, despite not really fully understanding the rules.
And this was AFTER he'd done (in his opinion) a damn respectable karaoke rendition of a classic love ballad humorously directed at the surly Lurian at the end of the bar.
Whether he really had managed to become the life of the party or just drank enough to believe that he was, no one would deny yhet he was on a roll.
Dabo Girl: Place your bets!
He slid a majority of the latinum he'd already won forward into the betting pool and declared loudly.
Dakora: Triple-over!
Again the crowd erupted and the firm pats on his back nearly caused him to spill his drink. He was about to play his turn when he saw a familiar face in the crowd and waved them over.
Dakora: I hope you're feeling lucky!
Anyone: Response?
Grinning, he held the wheel spinning device in his outstretched hand.
Dakora: Blow on it for good luck? ::He shrugged. :: I saw it in a holovid once.
Anyone: Response
With that he used the device and spun the wheel as the gathered throng watched with bated breath.
When the wheel stopped the crowd let out a collective groan. That wasn't good.
As the Dabo girl swept away the large pile of latinum he'd won and subsequently lost, he tossed back the rest of his drink and grinned sheepishly and gestured to what was left of his stash.
Dakora: Still got enough for drinks. Can I get you anything?
Anyone: Response
Tag/TBC
LtCmdr. Talos Dakora
First Officer
USS Artemis-A
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