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letsplayamurder2025-08-16 10:34 pm
latinumsbetter) wrote in letsplayamurder2025-08-16 10:34 pm
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Afterparty
[The earth once more closes up and all of that disappears, Quark remains on the ground for a long moment, holding Cerejeira. Finally, he raises his voice, still keeping her tucked against him. His tone is all business, brooking no argument.]
Bar'll open in ten minutes. Go get washed up, and then be there.
[He turns his head to look at Astarion, eyes narrowing.]
You. After those ten minutes, you're going to explain to everyone what you did. And then you're going to get out of my bar. Got it?
[and, not waiting for a reply, he's turning his attention to Cerejeira and Leb. He frowns, for a moment, because he knows he can't carry either of them, and normally he might have askedFe Lu Om Ranma or Vanity but, well.]
...someone who can carry people help me with Leb and Jeira.
[So......the bar downstairs is once again open. Quark is not behind the bar. Instead, he's pushed some tables together and put some bottles of wine on the table. He's replicated some bar snacks and they're there too. There's something replicated for Riful also, in a separate bowl, which he'll give to her personally.
Fritz sitting near the entrance to the back counter where he's working and Critwo is in a nest of blankets in a corner just behind the counter. There’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets.
Leb is still asleep on one of the couches with one of the spare togas tucked around her as a blanket. Cerejeira is seated next to her, also with a spare toga tucked around her.
Once everyone is down there, Quark pushes to his feet and clears his throat.
Once the situation has been made clear, then the rest of the evening can proceed as usual for their afterparties.
Those four drinks that Quark usually makes (Athena, Alex, Misane, Aglaea) are once again sitting at the far edge of the counter. There are no new additions.]
Bar'll open in ten minutes. Go get washed up, and then be there.
[He turns his head to look at Astarion, eyes narrowing.]
You. After those ten minutes, you're going to explain to everyone what you did. And then you're going to get out of my bar. Got it?
[and, not waiting for a reply, he's turning his attention to Cerejeira and Leb. He frowns, for a moment, because he knows he can't carry either of them, and normally he might have asked
...someone who can carry people help me with Leb and Jeira.
[So......the bar downstairs is once again open. Quark is not behind the bar. Instead, he's pushed some tables together and put some bottles of wine on the table. He's replicated some bar snacks and they're there too. There's something replicated for Riful also, in a separate bowl, which he'll give to her personally.
Fritz sitting near the entrance to the back counter where he's working and Critwo is in a nest of blankets in a corner just behind the counter. There’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets.
Leb is still asleep on one of the couches with one of the spare togas tucked around her as a blanket. Cerejeira is seated next to her, also with a spare toga tucked around her.
Once everyone is down there, Quark pushes to his feet and clears his throat.
Once the situation has been made clear, then the rest of the evening can proceed as usual for their afterparties.
Those four drinks that Quark usually makes (Athena, Alex, Misane, Aglaea) are once again sitting at the far edge of the counter. There are no new additions.]
2/2
It's because you care.
1/2
Quark blinks, eyes widening. Not that it’s the first time he’s been accused of it. Far from it. In fact, he can almost hear Brunt’s outraged voice:
It’s that softness, that philanthropy. The weakness which all Ferengi businessmen distance themselves from as much as possible. The same weakness that made his father’s business ventures fail; that left his brother without any success at all for the longest time. It’s that same weakness that’s almost gotten him killed; that he’s refused and rejected time and time again.
He’d criticized Rom like that, once, when his brother had tried to point out that he’d be remembered. That there was something to his legacy; more than just a footnote. He’d scoffed, calling Rom an idiot, as he often did. But after all was said and done, after he’d contemplated dying rather than breaking a contract, and then everything had been taken from the bar...in marched half the station: Captain Sisko, and Odo, and Jadzia, and all of them, carrying furniture and bottles of alcohol and they’d put his bar back together. Even Morn had brought in his own chair and sat at the bar as if it was the normalest thing in the universe.
Quark turns his head to look at the bar as it currently is. There’s fewer here than there normally is, and that pricks something in him, but...it’s still here. The bar is, and there’s still people in it. His
kiemployees, his customers, his friends. His community....maybe he’ll never outwardly embrace this weakness the way his brother and his nephew have, but as he looks around at the bar and can see the people who are there and aren’t, those that have come and gone, those that they still need to find, there’s a warm, quiet surety in it. For what’s been built here. For the community that perseveres and persists, that he’s done what he can to keep.]
2/2
...yeah, maybe. [he allows, finally.] Just don’t spread it around.
[...there's still things that need to be remedied. He's not even close to being ready to forgive Astarion, and there’s still things to resolve with other people. He thinks of a mane full of stars, a metallic voice conversing with the replicator, a white-toothed laugh and a smile and a sincere expression of gratitude.
He’s quiet for another long moment, before he’s reaching into the inside of his jacket and pulling out an envelope with his name on it in Ferdinand’s familiar, looping handwriting. He stares down at it...before moving to open it.]
1/2
never mind what she just remembered about herself. or... "herself".
but...]
Hm...
2/2
No promises.
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He huffs out something rueful and amused.]
You're gonna ruin my reputation.
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Wh-- Hey! What gives--?
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[that sunshine has not left the lady doth protest way too fucking much]
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Who's being the tsun-day-ree now?
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