Ensign Lyra Voss: Torch Songs at 2AM
Sarah Terry
((Quark's, Promenade, StarBase 118))
Lyra couldn’t help her curiosity about the bar, even if it didn’t take a telepath to see Fazek wasn’t particularly eager to talk to them.
Voss: So when did you open? Everything looks so new!
He humored her question, albeit barely.
Fazek: Well - we replaced a lot of the interior. It wasn't in suitable shape anymore for the high ranking establishment I wish to build.
High-ranking, huh? Well, that was certainly ambitious, given the state of the place at the moment. Though Wyn seemed quite content with his complicated drink.
Foster: I don’t suppose that sparkling brand new is exactly the look for a bar, but I suspect it’ll settle in with time.
Fazek: Oh, no worries. These Klingons will wear it down in no time.
He threw a disapproving gaze across the room.
Voss: ::with a laugh:: We could always throw a few drinks around on our way out. Help the place look a little more lived in.
Foster: I heard you made a mint over the last few days. One of the establishments that stayed open while the city was confused.
Lyra looked at Wyn with a raised eyebrow - she’d heard a bit about what went down in the rest of the San Francisco district and the Promenade during the memory loss situation, but not many particular details about which businesses were open and closed.
Fazek: If you are here to demand a refund, I am sorry - our terms and conditions clearly state we take no responsibility over latinum spent in delirious states. I find it way more worrying such a mass delusion could occur on a well organised base like this. Sounds like a... management problem. But that's probably classified.
He clicked his tongue, and she found a smirk settling on her face.
Voss: Hey now, I almost drowned in torrential rain and was attacked by a tornado - we were doing our best!
Wyn fixed him with a grin that had a hard, knowing edge.
Foster: You’re right I can’t tell you the details. But I can tell you that it was a one-time issue. As with so many things in the galaxy strange coincidences can cause strange happenings.
Fazek: Rule 62 of Acquisition: The riskier the road, the greater the profit.
Lyra took a sip of her tea - jestral was a plant native to Betazed, with a taste somewhere between lemon verbena and peppermint. It wasn’t a complicated order, but it was still a good cup of tea. She looked curiously at Wyn.
Voss: So memory loss, floating Klingons, kidnappings, tornados… I think that officially qualifies as my strangest mission so far, but then again, it’s only mission number two. I imagine it can’t have been all that strange for you, given everything you’ve seen?
The Andorian chuckled heartily.
Foster: Oh galaxy no, this isn’t the strangest thing I’ve endured in Starfleet. Not by a longshot!
Fazek: Well then! ::he slapped his hand on the counter:: Give us a tale, Mr. Andorian!
That was an idea she could get behind.
Voss: Yeah! Twelve plus years in the fleet - you must have some wild stories.
Foster: ?
They finally seemed to be wearing Fazek down a bit - he leaned against the back bar counter and crossed his arms as he listened to Wyn.
Fazek: You don't say!
Lyra jokingly gave a few claps to the story.
Voss: Okay, yeah, that story definitely wins.
Foster: ?
Fazek: I think that synthale was enough. I don't want to hear your stories on real liquor. Are you looking for a job by any chance? I could use a solid stand-up act! What can you do? ::he turned around to the woman:: Dance, maybe? Play the pipes?
She immediately laughed.
Voss: Oh sure. Is this the audition? Once I hit it big as a cabaret singer, I can leave this whole Starfleet thing behind. My parents would be so proud.
Foster: ?
Voss: ::shaking her head:: Don’t tempt me. I do love to sing, actually. ::to Fazek:: If you had a karaoke setup in here, I could definitely strongarm some people into coming. Just saying.
Fazek/Foster: ?
Voss: ::with a bright smile:: No, no, there’s *nothing* gamblers love more than hearing torch songs at two in the morning. Trust me.
Fazek/Foster: ?
Voss: Guess I’ll just have to start my own bar. Which, actually… I’m curious - why run a Quark’s? Rather than your own place. Just for the name recognition or…?
Fazek/Foster: ?