Ensign Jaran Jira - Drinks and The Meat of the Matter
Jira Jaran
((Sacred Marketplace, Ferenginar))
Jaran: I could use a drink. Do you think the snail juice is good to anyone but a Ferengi? I'm game if you are.
Storm: I’ll try anything ::beat:: well, almost anything once.
The two of them glanced around at the end of an aisle to see where to go next.
Jaran: I'm so turned around. I can't even remember where I got that sandwich, but it couldn't have been too far.
Storm: Over there.
Jira followed along as Alex lead them in the direction of a brightly lit sign reading "Food and Beverage."
Jaran: I'm just going to have to start following you around everywhere. You know where you're going. I get lost on our own ship still. ::laugh::
Storm: I’m fairly new aboard the Artemis, but I think you’re newer.
Jaran: It would be hard to be newer than I am. I got a glimpse of the Boraxian Cityship from my shuttle, if that gives you any idea.
Jira looked around at some of the places they remembered seeing in passing when they got their sandwich. Surely something would sound refreshing and not just... warm and moist.
Storm: Oh! Over there.
"Ferengi Brew and Goo."
oO Do I even want to guess at what the goo is? Oo
Sounded as good as anything.
Storm: So, tell me, Doctor. Why does a former Bajoran Cleric turn to Starfleet?
Jira answered as they walked. They really were quite thirsty.
Jaran: Most people don't believe me when I tell them. But the Prophets told me to. That's the short version, at least.
Jira readied themself for the reaction while looking at the menu. Slug-o Cola. Snail juice. Root beer. Raktajino. Kava juice! The Ferengi really did know how to spread their net wide.
Storm: Response
Jira nodded and took that in. They'd heard worse.
Jaran: ::to Ferengi behind the counter:: Kava juice. And believe me, I will know if it's actual kava. Don't think you're fooling me with vithan root. ::to Storm:: My family had a kava orchard. Anyway, what are you having? It's on me.
Storm: Response
Jira let her order and, after a bit of back and forth with the cashier, settled on 4 slips of latinum. Robbery. Maybe? Or not. It was hard to keep track, if Jira was being honest with themself.
Once they had gotten their drinks and settled on a couple of short stools, Jira faced Alex.
Jaran: Ok, you don't have to tell me, but you've seemed very on edge the entire time we've been there. Are you... safe? Is something wrong?
Storm: Response
Tags/TBC