Afterparty

[latinumsbetter]

[After the execution finishes and the culprit is once more dragged down into the Earth (he watches Snow be dragged down, with a pursed-lips look), and Typhon gives his goodbye, Quark doesn't wait in the silence this time. Instead, he says, arms folded:]

Well, since we're all doomed--[sarcasm, dry and acrid, edging a black humor]--then no better time to get a drink.

The bar’ll be open. Even if you don't eat or drink, stop in. [That's said with a side-glance at Leb. He then turns to look at Ferdinand, Aoi, Ranma, Cerejeira, and Vanity.] Ferdinand, you're gonna help me set up. Cerejeira, Aoi, you're behind the bar. Ranma you're in the kitchen. Vanity, if you've got more of that coffee, we could use it. Let's go.

[and he turns and walks out of the Arena. So...post trial, the Eatery’s been moved into bar configuration. There's a few more faces behind the bar again. Once again, there’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets. There are some dishes, light but filling for those that don't want to eat much, courtesy of Ranma.

Cerejeira, Aoi and Quark are behind the bar, the latter watching the other two like a hawk and teaching and helping when he needs to. They're all there to serve drinks, however. And Ferdinand? He's been relegated to the Dabo table. Maybe the first couple buttons of his shirt has been unbuttoned. He's paying off his tab!

The door is open.]

Comments

[latinumsbetter]

Not even a little. [Quark leans back against the bar, swirling his drink around in his glass]

Though, speaking of that...

[markofnobility]

Oh?

[latinumsbetter]

How'd you like to start working for the bar in a more official basis?

[markofnobility]

!!

You... mean it?

[latinumsbetter]

You handled the Dabo table well enough. And you're not too bad of a waiter, either.

[markofnobility]

Then yes, of course!

[He knows it's not employment in the classic sense, but he likes the work]

[latinumsbetter]

Good. [he nods, once.] So, what are you looking for for a salary?

[markofnobility]

Hm... if I asked what the others make would you tell me truthfully?

[latinumsbetter]

Maybe. Maybe I wanna see what you think you're worth, first. [he smirks]

[markofnobility]

Alright then. Cover my drinks on my off time.

[For anyone else that would be a steal. But Ferdie drinks at the bar a lot]

1/2

[latinumsbetter]

[latinumsbetter]

[he immediately sputters at that]

That's not a salary!

[markofnobility]

[he laughs. Of course Quark wouldn't make this easy]

Okay, okay let me think.

[he leans back, doing some math in his head. Drink costs- and what's in his cup right now is using the Good Stuff so that's definitely a Top Shelf cocktail. He only ever drinks one with liquor a night TOPS and rarely even that though. Plus labor and a buffer for negotiation-]

Eight.

[latinumsbetter]

Eight, huh? [he considers, doing some quick math in his head] Eight a week?

[markofnobility]

A night.

[he gives a shit eating grin.]

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark barks out a half-incredulous laugh at that] A night! Oh, you think you're a funny guy, huh?

[he says, like he isn't wearing an amused grin right now]

Two.

[markofnobility]

[he takes a long drink from his tea, putting on a slightly disappointed front but it's just a bit too over the top to be serious]

You wish to undercut me so when I have been teaching you magic? I did not realize you were such a cut-throat man.

[He never would charge or ask for a favor for it, of course. But he's not above playing the game a little]

[latinumsbetter]

I'm a Ferengi, Ferdinand. We're naturally cut-throat. [his grin widens] Three.

[markofnobility]

Four. For labor, you must understand.

[latinumsbetter]

You drive a hard bargain but alright. Four it is.

[he'll hold out his hand to shake]

[markofnobility]

... plus half of the dabo tips.

[latinumsbetter]

A quarter.

[markofnobility]

...

[Hand shake accepted]

[latinumsbetter]

[He looks well satisfied with that handshake]

Pleasure doing business with you.

[markofnobility]

That should be enough to cover my nightly drinks with enough to save for my occasional alcohol I should think.

[Aka what he originally asked for]