“A
Night at Quark's”
(This
story is based on the Enterprise's visit to DS-9 during the TNG episode
"Birthright", and refers to
events
to that were later described in the TNG episode "Firstborn" and the
DS-9 episode "Defiant".)
Will
Riker leaned back in his chair and savored the moment.
After a series of long and tiring missions,
finally
a chance to relax. Better yet, a
chance to relax with friends. He
cracked his fifth joke of the night,
watched
Deanna, Miles and Keiko split their sides in laughter, and leaned back,
savoring the moment.
The
Enterprise had stopped at DS-9 so the Captain could take care of some
diplomatic and technical
business
with new Bajoran provisional government.
At last sightings, the Captain was preparing a lecture
on
water supply problems for a group of Bajoran officials ("I fear this will
be a bit boring, Number One")
while
Bev was treating herself to a holosuite.
Worf was off doing some sort of very serious personal
business
("No Commander, you cannot assist me here.
This is something I must do alone"), and Geordi
and
Data had teamed up with the Starbase doctor to do dream research (!?) on dear
old Data's positronic
matrix.
That left Riker and Troi, who had found old friends and shipmates Miles
and Keiko O'Brien, and
were
hoping to catch up on the news concerning the O'Briens' new life on DS-9.
At
Miles's suggestion, the quartet had headed for the Starbase bar and casino,
known simply as Quark's,
after
the name of the Ferengi proprietor. By the time they got to the O'Briens'
favorite balcony table, the
gaming
was in full swing on the main floor below.
They sat for over two hours, listening to O'Brien's tales of
the
station's miserable Cardassian infrastructure and Troi's story of her days
"undercover" as a member of
the
Romulan Tal Shiar. Gradually,
Quark's spinning dabo wheel commanded more and more of Riker's
attention.
"I
think, my friends," Riker exhaled slowly, "I would like to try my
hand at that dabo wheel".
"And
I think we need to get back to Molly" Keiko returned.
"Aw,
come on, folks, just a few tries" Riker pleaded.
Miles
came his wife's rescue. "Keiko's,
right, Commander, Counselor. We
need to get back to our
daughter.
But go ahead, you two, go have some fun.
Just a word of warning, though. The
owner's a
typical
Ferengi, crooked as a snake. Don't
believe a word he says."
"Wouldn't
dream of it" Riker smiled back. He
turned to Troi. "So it looks
like me and you, Deanna. You
game?"
Troi
gazed at the cheering crowd below them. It
did look kind of fun, and they had planned to relax.
"Sure,
but
I didn't bring any latinum, and don't ask me to pawn any of my mother's
jewelry. She kill us both if she
found
out we gambled away my inheritance as a daughter of the Fifth House of
Betazed."
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Things
were not going too well. Riker
was losing. Okay, he KNEW the
Ferengi had a rigged Dabo wheel,
but
even so, he should be doing better than he was.
Damn! Outsmarted by a
conniving troll!
Suddenly
Troi felt a gentle squeeze on her elbow.
Turning, she found herself smiling at a Trill female, who
was
wearing a blue Starfleet uniform.
"Hi,
I'm Lt. Jadzia Dax, the science officer here on Deep Space 9" the
stranger introduced herself. "Your
friend
looks like he could use a little help."
Troi
shook her head. "Will knows
what he's doing. He loves to win, but he rolls with the punches.
A dabo
game
won't depress him for long." Troi
smiled "I'm Counselor Deanna Troi of the Enterprise."
Riker
stepped back from the wheel. He
spread his arms to rest of the players. "Well,
folks, I think I've lost
enough
latinum for one party. I think
It's time to call it a night."
At
that signal, Dax scurried up with Troi on her flank.
"Not so fast, commander. I'm
Jadzia Dax, science
officer
here on DS-9. If I gave you a
couple of my lucky latinum chips, would you consider another spin?"
Delicious,
Riker contemplated, in more ways than one.
Sensing Deanna sensing him, Riker quickly added
another
thought: The offer about the
chips, I mean!
Deanna
chuckled, and then muffled it when she realized people were wondering if
they'd just missed a
good
joke.
"Okay,
Lt. Dax, just what makes those chips so lucky?" Riker challenged.
"Oh,
I won them from the proprietor, Quark, at last week's tongo game.
My luck always runs in streaks, and
lately
I'm on a roll. I just thought I
might share my good fortune." Dax returned.
"Okay,
Lieutenant, you're on." He turned to Rom, who had been manning the wheel.
"One more pull, and
make
this a good one!"
Rom
tried to catch his brother's eye from across the room.
He thought he saw Quark give him a little nod.
I
think
I'll take the safeties off, Rom decided.
I think my brother wants to keep these Starfleeters here for a
while.
Unobtrusively, Rom flicked the switch under the wheel, and then sent
the Dabo wheel twirling.
The
ball fell perfectly.
"DABO!"
the cheer went up from the crowd as Rom scooped up eight chips and dropped
them in Riker's
hand,
who just as quickly placed four of them back down on the table's edge. Rom rotated the wheel
again,
smiling to himself.
The
ball fell perfectly again.
"DABO!"
The bar crowd was starting to gather around the wheel, to join in the fun and
get a better look at
the
charming Starfleet commander who was fast becoming the center of attention.
Troi
smirked at Riker from across the Dabo table.
Will certainly likes being on the mainstage, Troi
reflected.
She turned to Dax. "Thanks for the "lucky latinum".
You seem to know your business."
Dax
was getting fired up. "And
the night is just beginning!" she sung in reply.
Quark
contemplated the Dabo wheel crowd from across the bar.
Well, time to captilize on this Starfleeter's
sudden
success. He signalled two of his
"girls" over, one to bring a round of drinks to the dabo players,
and
other
to, well, DISTRACT.
"DABO!"
Riker was raking it in. Yeah,
sure, the table was probably rigged, but what the hell?
For now, he
was
winning and winning big. One
waitress had settled across the wheel of him, her dress barely covering
some
of her more prominent features. Riker
gave her his most devilish grin. Don't
worry, Deanna, I'm a big
boy,
I CAN do two things at once.
Just
don't come crying to me if you lose do to a sudden attack of bad concentration
Troi's thoughts warned
him
icily.
As
if she had the ability to tune into their empathic conversation, Dax tapped
Troi on the shoulder and
shared
a bit of wisdom. "Don't
worry, Counselor. Your friend
doesn't look the kind of man that distracts that
easily."
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"DABO!"
After another twenty minutes of steady luck, Riker's picks were still
hot. He was killing.
He was
cruising.
He had parlayed Dax's two strips into a mound that threatened to spill
off the table onto the floor.
"One
more time!" he called to the
cheering crowd.
Enough
is enough, Quark thought. That
idiot Rom is enjoying the game so much that he's lost track of MY
profits.
What does the 194th Rule of Acquisition say?
It's always good business to know about new
customers
before they walk in your door? Well,
if my idiot brother could size up the customer right in front
of
his tiny lobes, he'd know that that customer has had quite enough charity for
one night. Anger building,
Quark
made for the dabo table.
Spying
Quark's approach, Dax pouted. Oh, here he comes, ready to end our fun. Suddenly, a devious plan
began
to form in Dax's brain. She
grabbed Troi's arm. "Deanna,
I have an idea." It was easy
to talk so no
one
but Troi could hear her, given all the noise in the bar.
Dax pointed. "That's
Quark, the owner. Mark my
words,
in one, maybe two more spins, he's going to grab that wheel himself, set his
"sure loser" button, and
the
night will be over. I suggest we
give him a little of his own medicine!"
Dax eyed Troi's low-cut lavender
jumpsuit.
Following
Dax's glance, Troi questioned warily "His own medicine?".
"Yes,
get ready. Get over next to him.
When he goes for the bottom of the wheel, stroke his ear a bit, lean
over
and SMILE. I know Quark. He'll fall for it."
"Oh,
I don't know" Troi felt herself shrinking back.
"This just isn't my style."
"Sure
it is!" Dax encouraged. She put her hand on Troi's shoulder and pushed her forward,
whispering
"NOW!".
Troi
slid up next to Quark, caught Riker's eye, and winked.
"Put
in all in!" Riker crowed. "This
time we're going for the big one!"
Quark's
hand moved for the underside of the wheel.
Troi
reached for Quark's ear, leaned over -----
And
smiled -----
Just
in time for Quark's finger to miss the wheel's "stop on low" button.
"DABO!
DABO! DABO!"
The cheer was thunderous. Riker,
both fists in the air, hooted back, "It is a
PERFECT
night for winning!" He
scooped all the latinum off of Rom's operator's pile, and gestured to
Quark
and Rom. "And you two can go
rustle up the other 2000 strips!" Turning
to Troi, he swept her up
and
kissed her, dropped her back on her feet, and plopped some 100 pieces of
latinum into her arms, half
of
it ending up on the floor.
"Watch
it, you nut, you're going to lose all your hard-earned wealth" Troi
teased back, not meaning a word
of
what she said. "Or should I
say, OUR hard-earned wealth!"
Riker
grinned at Troi again, and then turned to Dax, scooping a double handful of
chips out of his enormous
hoard
and presenting it to her. "And
now, some reward for the Queen of the Lucky Latinum!"
Dax returned
his
grin with a knowing twinkle in her eye.
Riker
started tossing latinum chips in the air, with the crowd screaming and diving
for each piece. "When
the
train comes in, everybody rides! Here,
have some, it's a night for fun!" Riker
was handing out latinum
strips
to everyone in the bar.
Cringing,
Rom glanced at Quark. "Don't
worry, brother. We'll win it back
tomorrow night."
"TOMORROW
NIGHT!" Quark roared. "That
hu-man triple-dot-daboed!. NO ONE
HAS EVER DONE
THAT
HERE BEFORE! Come with me, you
small-eared fool, we need to open the safe!"
Quark turned on
his
heel, dragging Rom behind him.
Still
relishing both the defeated Ferengi and the exuberant Riker, Dax snatched two
glasses from a passing
(and
grinning) waitresses' tray. She
presented one to Troi. "Well,
counselor, welcome to Deep Space 9
and
welcome to Quark's".
Troi
smiled at her new friend and raised her glass.
"Cheers?"
Dax
beamed back. "Cheers!"
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