@kardasior ; why r we writing this
quark is no stranger to having overnight companions, especially not in the weeks since the war ended. or has it been months? in all honesty, he’s managed to lose track of time quite spectacularly. not that it really matters these days. what does matter is that business is better than ever, there’s no odo around to breathe down his neck ( only one very infuriating bajoran colonel ), and he’s shared his bed with a different woman — & the occasional man or nongendered alien — every other night. can’t be lonely with that much company.
he’s ALSO not unfamiliar with waking up to an empty bed, even if he wishes he could savor the mornings a little more. and so while today shouldn’t be any different, the cacophonous sound of someone staggering their way through his living quarters wakes quark with an unpleasant jolt, and he slips out of bed quickly to put a stop to it before last night’s guest destroys everything on the way to the door.
“LIGHTS.” quark squints against the sudden brightness, the sleeve of his nightgown falling in front of his eyes as he raises his arm to shield them. his other hand goes to his hip, standing in the doorway of the kitchen as he observes the scene in front of him with annoyance.
“if you wanted coffee, you could have just used the replicator, damar.”
