Joint Log and Bar

[Nemesis 0]

Muon and Nem headed for Drankum's Bar to have lunch. It was the first time they

had spent any off duty time together so Muon figured it was a

good time to get to know Nem a little better. She was bone weary from the trial

and doing paperwork but she was also hungry. They sat at one of

the tables and placed their orders. After the waiter left, they started talking.

 

"So Nem, what made you decide to join Starfleet?" Muon began.

 

Nemesis looks back at Moun and swiftly replies "I needed a better job then just

being a bartender" He didn't even notice the waiter standing behind

them looking slightly annoyed by what Nemesis had just said. The two took their

food and started their meal.

 

Muon hid a slight smile as the departing, annoyed waiter left. "Oh I don't know.

Drankum does pretty good business here. He's alright as long as

you never have to see him." She joked. "Well I joined Starfleet just to tic my

family off. As it turned out, I was good at it and I liked it."

 

Nemesis looks at Moun and laughs. "I see you joined for all the right reasons"

He regained his composure. "I met a few Ferengi once on DS9. Did

you hear of him Quark?  I believe I used to work in his bar before moving to

capital city on Bajor" He then takes a sip of water.

 

Muon nods as she finishes her meal.  "Yea, he's a some distant cousin or

something.  I think he has a brother too."  Muon shrugs.  "Well

Nemesis, I guess we'd better get back and see if Ethan needs any help with our

new guest."  By now they both knew the Doc was in the brig.  

Muon pays their bill and they both head for the door.  "You know Nem, you're not

so bad for a humon...."  She grins and slaps him on the back.