The doors fling open into the Promenade, releasing pungent aromas of various foods stewing within. A burly Klingon lowers his outstretched arms, grunts once, and heads back into the bar.
"That's it?" a shrill voice exclaims in the background, and a small, well-dressed Ferengi steps toward the opening. "Can't you add any more pizzazz than that? This is a fine establishment, not some lowlife hole. Can't you say anything... inviting? Fine, I'll do it!
"As President of the Promenade Merchant Association, allow me to welcome you all to the new Quark's, Vic's Lounge and Klingon Restaurant! Come in, come in! We have Dabo wheels, and the girls ready to take your... er, entertain you. We have delicacies of all varieties, including... live slithering things. Anyway, we have the finest entertainment and anything else your heart desires. Come talk about DS9, spend time with your fellow Niners, simply enjoy. Because you (and your latinum) are always welcome here!"
He pauses for a moment and then looks to a viewscreen behind the bar. "Well, how was that?"
"Fine with me, Pallie," says the human on the viewscreen. "It's your gig, go for it. Scuse me, I got a crowd to please". He straightens the bowtie on his tuxedo and ends transmission.
The Ferengi begins cleaning out glasses. "Well, a Ferengi, a Klingon, a hologram, and a room full of Niners. This ought to be fun."
"That's it?" a shrill voice exclaims in the background, and a small, well-dressed Ferengi steps toward the opening. "Can't you add any more pizzazz than that? This is a fine establishment, not some lowlife hole. Can't you say anything... inviting? Fine, I'll do it!
"As President of the Promenade Merchant Association, allow me to welcome you all to the new Quark's, Vic's Lounge and Klingon Restaurant! Come in, come in! We have Dabo wheels, and the girls ready to take your... er, entertain you. We have delicacies of all varieties, including... live slithering things. Anyway, we have the finest entertainment and anything else your heart desires. Come talk about DS9, spend time with your fellow Niners, simply enjoy. Because you (and your latinum) are always welcome here!"
He pauses for a moment and then looks to a viewscreen behind the bar. "Well, how was that?"
"Fine with me, Pallie," says the human on the viewscreen. "It's your gig, go for it. Scuse me, I got a crowd to please". He straightens the bowtie on his tuxedo and ends transmission.
The Ferengi begins cleaning out glasses. "Well, a Ferengi, a Klingon, a hologram, and a room full of Niners. This ought to be fun."
