A half Vulcan adjutant, a Klingon counselor and a Rigelian chief engineer walk into a bar... No, that isn't the start of a corny joke, but an afternoon on Deep Space 9 at Quark's bar.

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Quark's Bar, Grill, Gaming House and Holosuite Arcade was busy, nothing unusual in the late afternoon. Or equivalent on the space station to be precise. The bar's proprietor was wiping the glasses, Dabo tables spun, Morn was at his usual spot as he nursed his drink and regaled nearby patrons with high tales of his recent run, potential heist hushed in the quieter booths... Though a trio of visitors is more particular than other customers.

The booth in a corner on the second level was eyed by a Starfleet officer in command red, perhaps seeking a respite from his duties. But the choice to spend roughly 38 minutes in a establishment so infamous should be illogical, wouldn't it? Yet curiosity prevailed as Palik neared the seating at an efficient pace.

Unbeknownst to the officer with Vulcan and Bajoran ancestry, there were 2 other patrons interested in that particular booth. One Klingon wanted something stronger after the long journey, even if he himself advised against it. How hypocritical of him, to drown one's sorrows, in the hopes of enlightenment and courage made out of bad decisions. Foolish is the warrior who seeks truth in alcohol, grief and anger swim to the surface and pull the weakened spirit to the abyss. Francarr recalls one of his conversations.

The last observer emerges from the corner, operations gold suggest a Starfleet officer, though the way she planted herself first in one of the chairs tells you something different. Plus, the sandy hair, pale skin and facial markings too, of course. "Excuse me, I sought this seating area first," Palik said politely in a measured tone, before Francar raised his eyebrows and retorted. "I hoped the space was unoccupied." Zastul just smiles and replies. "With all due respects gentlemen, you two are blocking the flow of traffic. I've been on duty for eighteen hours, I need caffeine, and that table is the closest thing to "quiet" I had." Francarr crossed his arms over his chest as he spoke. "You took it as if you owned this place, and I was here first in spirit!" "Spirit does not occupy physical space, sir." Palik noted dryly.