Fresh, bracing after-karma

Posted on Wed Mar 4th, 2015 @ 8:52pm by Ensign Corrine Steiner & Samanthia Akiashiro
Edited on on Thu Mar 5th, 2015 @ 2:48pm

Mission: Ill Tidings
Location: The Dive

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Although more civilized gatherings like Warp 12 Lounge might have codes of conduct, places like The Dive were more forgiving. The simple and inescapable reality is, uncouth boors and slobs need a place where they can enjoy social drinks, too.

Gob'kick and his fellow Klingon civilian crew were shining specimens who tested the limits of Federation tolerance. On this fine day, they were in top form as they nauseated nearby tables with their dining habits. Impatient for a refill of his big grog mug, he left a trail of spilled table scraps on his way to the bar.

Zab, the bartender on duty, seeing the big Klingon make his drunken way towards the bar. He leaned back against the back counter behind the bar, polishing the never ending supply of beer mugs, glasses. He glanced aboutg the room, taking note of the bouncers locations. He wondered if he should give the signal to get them moving towards the Gob'kick and his cronies.

As fate would have it, he passed by the table where the Choople was sitting. The little Ferengi was having hard enough of a day as it was. Having been branded with the dubious honor of being named 'The Aqua Velvet Man', yet another practical joker had paid the bartender to prepare a shot glass of the aftershave for a cocktail waitress to deliver. Choople had endure the slings, arrows, and shot glasses in life, however. The Dive was the only place where he could meet with a client. He sighed with weary frustration, sure beyond sure that the crude Gob'kick could never resist flinging an insult.

"What do we have here? Who let these rats onto the space station?"

Choople gave him a sheepish smile, "Hello Gob'kick."

"Hah! What is this? What strong drink does a Ferengi order? Mamma's milk?" His friends laughed in the distance. He picked up the shot glass. "It stinks!"

Choople was still glum, "No, that's not something you can drink. It's-"

"WHAT? There is nothing that a Ferengi rat can drink that a Klingon can't!" He chugged the glassful down.

Choople's eyes opened wide as saucers and his jaw dropped open. Quite a number of nearby patrons were also aware that the drink was actually human aftershave rinse. They froze in a terrified stare to see what would happen. Nobody dared laugh or explain to the warrior what he just did, lest they eat a blade or disruptor blast.

Gob'kick just stood there. His face slowly began contorting with the most odd expressions. "RHH!" He groaned and twitched a couple of times.

The deeply worried Choople cautiously asked, "Are you okay?"

"RHH! That tastes... Odd." Still twitching periodically, the Klingon slowly walked away.

Choople gave an horrified, pleading look toward Samanthia and the bartender. His only reassurance was that they were extremely well trained when it came to xenoliquor poisoning. They had to be, in a place like this.

Zeb gave the motion for the bouncer to toss out the Ferengi, Choople for his own safety and protection for he knew that once Gob'kick recovered, he'd go after the rat with vengeance. The bouncer that carried Choople out by the scruff of his neck, whispered to the little man. "just play along. It's to give you a running head start once Gob'kick recovers. And you better take it while you have the chance."

"You know? For once, I'm actually glad to get thrown out of a place! Hey! Watch the ears! Watch the ears!"

Once at the doorway of the Dive, Bouncer yelled at Choople as he tossed him out a bit more gentle than he would normal patron. Then he parked himself right in the doorway to prevent Choople entering and to slow down an enraged Gob'kick.

Gob'kick did get sick and everyone was very surprised when seeing a Klingon for the first time heave their guts all over the floor in a mad spray of bloodish looking liquids and raw chunks of worm or grub bits all over the area in front of him, spraying a few nearby patrons. After dealing with the dry heaves, Gob'kick stood from the kneeling position, wiping his mouth onto his shirt sleeve. "I'll kill that ratman! He tried to poison me!" He roared, looking back at his companions who were wide eyed at seeing "Iron-Stomach Gob" lose it.

At first it was dead quiet, which was broken by a snicker, then joined in by others laughing. These patrons knew how and weren't afraid to fight and were not afraid of Gob'kick's wrath. But a Ferengi stood no chance against an enraged Klingon.

Samanthia had seen Choople get thrown out of the bar. She just looked puzzled at the Bouncer as she walked past Choople without another glance. Bouncer spoke to Samanthia, "Gob drunk Aqua Velvet man's "drink"... Making the quote hand signal. .."Gob just tossed his stomach."

Samanthia looked at Choople departing towards the turbolift. She snickered at hearing Aqua Velvet and then put two and two together. "You guys didn't?" Sighing when the bouncer nodded.

"One of the patrons ordered a double shot of Aqua-velvet for the Ferengi to drink after your conversation with him the other day. But before he could drink it, Gob'kick took it and drunk it all down in one chug."

Samanthia stood there with the Bouncer, preventing the Klingons go storming after Choople. She looked at Gob'kick, seeing the residue down the front of his shirt. "I see we have a new Aqua-Velvet man."

Gob'kick was enraged, but he knew that Samanthia had some serious connection who would send Gob'kick packing if he so much laid an unwanted finger on her. He stood there fuming, ready to battle Sto-Vo-Khor Champions.

"See that Choople is protected when he visits the Dive." Samanthia spoke to the Bouncer and moved past the Klingons on a hunt for Choople. "No more Aqua-Velvet for Choople either. He paid his dues if he can survive."

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Samanthua Akiashiro
Zeb (by Samanthia)
Bouncer (by Samanthia)
Choople & Gob'kick {by Corrine Steiner}

Starbase 332
Pegasus Fleet