PNPC Fazek - Open Bar, Open Ears

[Hannah S]

((Quark's, Promenade, StarBase 118))

A jestral tea and an Alderberan Whiskey Sour. Both orders were a disgrace for any good bar - one due to its distinct lack of fun, the other one for its appalling pretentiousness. Everybody knew that Alderberan Synth was useless in longdrinks and cocktails - notoriously hard to get right.

Good thing these Starfleet people had chosen a notoriously committed bartender. 

Mixing the sour took so much of Fazek's attention that he almost forgot to listen in on their conversation - almost. Another result of being committed to his craft.

To his disappointment, the subject of their conversation were no classified pieces of Starfleet Intel. Instead, they exchanged mildly boring party-stories from the Academy. Nothing of importance would be lost if he interrupted them with their drinks now - and so he did, putting the steaming tea and the tumbler with a crest of foam in front of them. The Andorian seemed pleased. 

Fazek: There you go - enjoy. Second round comes with a voucher.

He was about to turn back around, when the curly haired woman decided to make conversation. His grin turned a little stale.

Voss: So when did you open? Everything looks so new!

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.

This Quark's was probably older than himself - but no one had ever seemed to notice its existence. A clear case of bad marketing and even worse competition - the Dungeon would be a problem in the future, he could already smell it. 

The Andorian sniffed his drink and tried - there seemed to be no complaint, which Fazek knew was basically a compliment in Starfleet terms.

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. Just a week ago, a bunch of these bullies had destroyed a few good tables around here. From what he had heard though, they weren't eligible to be sued - a weird memory loss effect had taken hold of the whole station. A circumstance that had made him a lot of money in the end - many people, very willing to spend their latinum. Fazek wasn't complaining

Voss: ?

Foster: I heard you made a mint over the last few days. One of the establishments that stayed open while the city was confused.

Ah, so the Andorian had heard. Fazek bared his teeth into something between a grin and a frown.

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. 

Voss: ?

The Andorian threw him a ‘careful now’ sort of look.

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 Acquistion: The riskier the road, the greater the profit.

Voss: ?

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! 

Voss/Foster: ? 

He leaned back with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Fazek didn't mind a good story - stories were entertainment and entertainment was practically his business.

Fazek: You don't say! 

Voss/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? 

It wasn't easy to admit - but he found himself enjoying this silly duo. 

Voss/Foster: ? 

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PNPC Fazek
Civilian & Owner of the local Quark's
StarBase 118

as simmed by

Lt. Commander Evan Ross
Intelligence Officer
StarBase 118 Ops
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