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"Quark– humble barkeep, honest businessman and proprietor of the esteemed Quark’s Bar on Deep Space Nine –at your service… Something you need? Something you… desire? If you’ve got the latinum, I’ve got the connections. I’m sure we can come to some sort of… agreement."

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You have not experienced true bliss until you’ve received simultaneous oo-mox from twin Miradorn females… One word: Synchronicity… It was a… pleasure doing business with you, ladies…

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Well, at least this station had a bar! After a rough arrival like his, a beer would do him some good. Any drink would do him some good, actually. He was just grateful that his injuries from the rough trip through the worm hole had been easily patched up. He didn’t want any ladies in there to see him with bruises or scrapes.

The moment he walked in and saw the bartender, Roger had the feeling that this guy was one of ‘those’ types. ‘Those’ being the type to sell you something for five times it’s worth, expecting you to be a gullible moron.

Unfortunately, Roger was very much a gullible moron.

Still, a pleasant greeting was almost instinctual to him as he walked up to the bar. “Hey there. Don’t suppose you carry beer in this place, do you?"

ooc: omg hello~ :D Thanks for following back! Please, enjoy my extremely gullible air-head of a character. uvu

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“Wouldn’t be much of bar if we didn’t.” Quark replied with a small shrug. He looked the stranger up and down. Human. Apparently. Though, he’d been wrong before and learnt not to make assumptions. He hadn’t seen him on the station before. Yesss! He grinned internally. New customers were always a welcome sight in Quark’s. They meant new latinum for old tricks and more of it too. Usually. Quark was always wary of the two-hundred and third Rule Of Acquisition: New customers are like razor-toothed greeworms- They can be succulent, but sometimes they bite back. “In fact,” As the Ferengi’s lips parted, his grin became external, “we have seventeen different types. What sort were you after?” // HELLO!!! no no no!!! thank YOU for following first!!! why thank you i’m sure i will!!! and if he’s as gullible as you say i’m certain quark will too :’D ALSO sorry for late i’m terrible terrible terrible like that ^^;

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“Very astute, Professor.” He gave a sly smile, leaning back, “Anything you need, you just tell me. Quark’ll take care of ya’. After all,” Quark nabbed a bottle from the tray of a passing Ferengi waiter and used it to top up River’s drink, “I wouldn’t want you leaving with a bad impression of my fine establishment.”

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“Anything you say?" River all but purred, raising her glass in acknowledgement as she took a sip before setting it back down. “well, there is one thing that comes to mind" 

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He leaned toward the woman, lowering his voice, “And… what might that be?”

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There was a beat of silence which Hugh used to very carefully note the toothy smile that accompanied those questions before he attempted to clarify at the Ferengi’s request. “I… don’t know. Borg implants only require energy, so I have never attempted to ingest anything. It would not serve a purpose." He blinked thoughtfully. There wasn’t much food or drink on the desert-like planetoid the renegade borg had been left on to try with, anyway. “The Collective had no use for holosuites and now we do not have those kinds of technological resources, so no, I have never had the chance." The little cock of his head that he offered next maybe let a hint of his naiveté show through. “Why?"

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“No food… No drink… No holosuites…” Quark muttered, shaking his head in dismay, “And we wonder why they resort to flyin’ ‘round in giant cubes assimilatin’ and eliminatin’ everything that moves…” He leaned in on both elbows, “Why? Because I… care. It simply breaks my heart to hear that you’ve been denied the simple pleasures so many of us take for granted.” The Ferengi took a deep breath and then stopped, quickly shaking his head, “What—What was your name again…?”

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// SO ORGANISED

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// AHHH SORRY EVERYONE FOR THE WAIT i feel i've become disconnected from my muse and i don't trust myself to write replies :| gnjrgnr

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The Ferengi took River’s hand in his own, "Quark." He delicately kissed its back, not taking his eyes off the woman, “At your service.”

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Her lips curled into a smile, “Ah, that makes you the owner of this bar, doesn’t it?" River asked. 

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“Very astute, Professor.” He gave a sly smile, leaning back, “Anything you need, you just tell me. Quark’ll take care of ya’. After all,” Quark nabbed a bottle from the tray of a passing Ferengi waiter and used it to top up River’s drink, “I wouldn’t want you leaving with a bad impression of my fine establishment.”

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// so i sorta broke my computer again ahahaha oh dear

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Reblog if your character is a flirty little shit.

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Urghhh now I’m getting too shy and doubtful of my abilities to actually go on my RP account after pretty much the whole of the USS Tumblr have been super nice and welcomed me into the circle I’m too shy to even pick up a follow thread

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// NOooooonnononONONONOoo DON'T GIVE UP!!!! you're excellent!!!! i know the feels you're feeling well. ahahah just HANG IN THERE AND DRINK SOME COFFEE OR SOMETHING listeN TO SOME MUSICAL SOUNDTRACKS that's what i do GASP AND I STILL NEED TO ROLEPLAY WITH YOU!!!!

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//  i am still typing those replies. i'm just really really slow at it.

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// drinKS two COFFEees and putsd on he jesus christ superstar soundtrackdsg TIME TO TYPe

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// oh and down goes the caffeine along with my motivation sigh

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[wink meme] After making an awkward WTF face, Bochra just balls up his fist and punches Quark right in the schnozz.

Quark stumbles backwards in shock, clutching his nose. "What’d I do?!”

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Rule of Acquisition 19: Satisfaction is not guaranteed.

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"Your analysis of the situation is inaccurate. I do not wish to further waste my time trying to explain the cause of this inaccuracy, as I doubt it would be processed by your, frankly apparent, primitive cognitive ability." Seven gives an unsettled look as the Ferengi sidled up to her. “I do have desires. Yes. You being able to fulfill my desires however, is an impossible eventuality." She meets his eyes, “Remove yourself from my personal vicinity, it makes me uncomfortable. In addition, your Olfactory presence is less than desirable."

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Quark held her gaze, lips curling into a smirk, “Try me.” He was standing close enough that he had to crane his neck to look her in the face, “Or… maybe… you don’t even know your own desires yet…” Still not breaking eye contact, the Ferengi fished a PADD from inside his jacket and held up in front of Seven’s face waiting for her to take it, “My catalogue.” He explained, “Take a peek. See if there’s anything you like.” He flashed a grin, “I’ll even give you a handsome discount. One time only. Just for you.”

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My character just winked seductively at yours. What does yours do?