Afterparty

[latinumsbetter]

[After Zvei walks down into the earth and it closes over his head, and Typhon gives his goodbye...the Phantasmal Bar finally flickers out of existence. Quark breathes out a slow breath.]

Alright. The bar downstairs is going to be open. Stop in. [That is not a request.]

Riful, let's see what we can do about that thing you need.

[He'll give Leb a squeeze--before she detaches from him. He makes eye contact at least once with all of his employees, and then he turns and walks out of the Arena. So...post trial, the bar downstairs is once again open. The employees are around at different times, and Quark is once again behind the bar. There’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets. There's food and drinks and places to sit and think or talk or whatever one would like to do.

There are two more drinks that are made and sit just behind the counter to accompany with the other two that are usually remade and replaced every day.

The door is open.]

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later

[raisethemoon]

[ Doubtless this isn’t the first they’ve seen of each other this evening, but Luna has noticably been keeping a closer eye on Quark than usual. She stepped out when she knew there were others still here with him, but when she fails to sense his dreamscape, she goes looking. ]

Here you are.

[ She might scold him for worrying her, but. There’s probably been enough of that. ]

What is that?

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark glances up at that, curling his hand around the small figurines and tucking them inside his jacket]

What, this? [he gestures at the box] It's a model kit of the station my bar is on.

[raisethemoon]

Oh! It is that famous?

[ At least, she doesn't suspect Quark has made it. It looks like these newfangled toys they make a thousand copies of. ]

[latinumsbetter]

I guess so. I didn't think it would be enough that there would be a model of it, but...[he gestures at the box, where his name is splashed across the top corner]

Apparently I think it is.

[raisethemoon]

Hm!

[ Miserable as everything is tonight, this is still sort of neat! ]

It is not yours from before?

[latinumsbetter]

Nah, I'd remember if I made this. [he taps the box a bit curiously] Which makes me wonder where it's from.

[raisethemoon]

...oh...it looks quite professionally made, to me?

[ Much more uncertain, now that she realizes it wasn't done with his knowledge! ]

[latinumsbetter]

Yeah. That's what throwing me off about it.

Not that this isn't something I would do. Only...I didn't.

[raisethemoon]

Mayhaps...someone did it for you, secretly? They could have intended to gift - or, well, sell it to you at a steep discount? Later on, until this happened.