Though we share so many secrets, there are some we never tell....2!
[It's late. Quark knows it's late. But then, it always is by the time they get to the end of the day at the bar. Quark's closed up and sent most everyone home, save for Aoi. It's her turn in the rotation to help him close up, after all.
This week has been...well. It has been. One thing after the other; familiar faces and familiar times and places coming to mind and conjured up. The worst part is, it's been on display for everyone. It hasn't been Quark's favorite week, but if he didn't shut down the bar for an invasion, he wasn't going to shut it down now.
He can see (as Aoi probably can,) Jadzia sitting next to the Tongo board. Aoi can also probably feel the soft bittersweet mix of deep affection and painful loss that comes with her sitting there, as she laughs and tries to coax him into "Just one game, Quark! Come on. You still owe me 10 slips of latinum!"]
I do not.
[it's muttered, grumbled, shooting her an annoyed look. When she just returns the look with an arched eyebrow, his scowl deepens.]
Well, I don't!
[It's an outburst--that he immediately looks embarrassed about as he goes back to flipping through his inventory papers. Jadzia only laughs again in response, a bright, brilliant sound, as Quark turns away again.
At least, at this point, he's finished setting the cushions to right and sweeping the floor...all that's left is to do a quick inventory behind the counter of the remaining alcohol. Really, it's something he can mostly do himself. Quark looks up past Jadzia to where Aoi looks to be finishing up wiping down the Dabo table.]
How's it comin'?
This week has been...well. It has been. One thing after the other; familiar faces and familiar times and places coming to mind and conjured up. The worst part is, it's been on display for everyone. It hasn't been Quark's favorite week, but if he didn't shut down the bar for an invasion, he wasn't going to shut it down now.
He can see (as Aoi probably can,) Jadzia sitting next to the Tongo board. Aoi can also probably feel the soft bittersweet mix of deep affection and painful loss that comes with her sitting there, as she laughs and tries to coax him into "Just one game, Quark! Come on. You still owe me 10 slips of latinum!"]
I do not.
[it's muttered, grumbled, shooting her an annoyed look. When she just returns the look with an arched eyebrow, his scowl deepens.]
Well, I don't!
[It's an outburst--that he immediately looks embarrassed about as he goes back to flipping through his inventory papers. Jadzia only laughs again in response, a bright, brilliant sound, as Quark turns away again.
At least, at this point, he's finished setting the cushions to right and sweeping the floor...all that's left is to do a quick inventory behind the counter of the remaining alcohol. Really, it's something he can mostly do himself. Quark looks up past Jadzia to where Aoi looks to be finishing up wiping down the Dabo table.]
How's it comin'?