Post by Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess on Apr 17, 2011 11:23:14 GMT -8
[Becuzes I'm bored, and I haven't RP'd with Liz in ages...here you are. Feel free to join. ]
Liz growled in frustration as she pushed herself through the door into Quarks. Not even the promise of an actual drink was worth this. She didn't think. Well, maybe.
Because that was the only thing in the universe that would provoke her to shove through this motley band. Some ship had docked today, bringing it with it not only a bunch of extra work, but also an annoyingly loyal group of people that seemed to think they couldn't survive if separated from one another for a single second of the day. The only thing that could be said for them was that their computer system was in excellent repair, and she hadn't had to argue with them about maintenance. That was it.
She finally found an empty space at the bar and elbowed her way in, earning a nasty look from another of the occupants which she quite willingly returned. He went back to his drink, grumbling about Klingons. He'd best thank his lucky stars she wasn't a full-blood. They didn't like you grumbling about their kin. She waited for the harried bartender to notice her. And, predictably, it was a Ferengi. Of course. That was her luck. The big-eared alien stared at her, his face smooth and jovial as always, his pea brain probabl going over how much he could get out of her.
She practically shouted her order at him to be heard over the din, and he scuttled off to get it. Hopefully that would be all he'd bring back, because if she was assaulted about another deal on gems that could only be found on a planet some lightyears away (when any fool knew they grew in plenty on every planet in the system), or about a kit of knives imported direct from Qo'Nos, she was going to scream. And then something would get hurt.
She was still thinking about that interesting possibility when the Ferengi scuttled back with her drink. He apparently decided, from the look on her face, that she wasn't going to be in any mood to buy anything, so he left her alone. And thankfully, the crowd from the ship seemed to be leaving, too. Resting her head in her hand, Liz stared at the wall opposite, glad for something that approached silence, finally.
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Liz growled in frustration as she pushed herself through the door into Quarks. Not even the promise of an actual drink was worth this. She didn't think. Well, maybe.
Because that was the only thing in the universe that would provoke her to shove through this motley band. Some ship had docked today, bringing it with it not only a bunch of extra work, but also an annoyingly loyal group of people that seemed to think they couldn't survive if separated from one another for a single second of the day. The only thing that could be said for them was that their computer system was in excellent repair, and she hadn't had to argue with them about maintenance. That was it.
She finally found an empty space at the bar and elbowed her way in, earning a nasty look from another of the occupants which she quite willingly returned. He went back to his drink, grumbling about Klingons. He'd best thank his lucky stars she wasn't a full-blood. They didn't like you grumbling about their kin. She waited for the harried bartender to notice her. And, predictably, it was a Ferengi. Of course. That was her luck. The big-eared alien stared at her, his face smooth and jovial as always, his pea brain probabl going over how much he could get out of her.
She practically shouted her order at him to be heard over the din, and he scuttled off to get it. Hopefully that would be all he'd bring back, because if she was assaulted about another deal on gems that could only be found on a planet some lightyears away (when any fool knew they grew in plenty on every planet in the system), or about a kit of knives imported direct from Qo'Nos, she was going to scream. And then something would get hurt.
She was still thinking about that interesting possibility when the Ferengi scuttled back with her drink. He apparently decided, from the look on her face, that she wasn't going to be in any mood to buy anything, so he left her alone. And thankfully, the crowd from the ship seemed to be leaving, too. Resting her head in her hand, Liz stared at the wall opposite, glad for something that approached silence, finally.
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