Morn held up a sign with a 6 written on it He'd seen better entrances. He made a loud smacking sound upon hitting the bar like a fish. The ceiling cracked open and the Earman himself fell out of it, wearing only a sweaty spandex tuxedo that no one ever needed or wanted to see him in. Julian did as he was ordered, because he was a bottom. "Get behind me," Riker warned, pulling out his taser and turning on the 'Defrost/Grill' setting. A squeaking and scratching from somewhere in the airvents. His clownass was nowhere to be seen or smelled.īut suddenly there was a loud rumbling coming from above. The two protagonists of this fuckery sat down at the counter waiting for Quark to arrive. That's what Julian loved about the station This enormous, beautiful orchestra of diverse beings, their preferences and shared adversities which made DS9 what it was a melting pot, made up of all that made the universe darken and shine. It was the normal things that stood out and over time even they blended in with all the different types of odd. The egg bar was a new and questionable addition to the establishment But as everything else that was weird on the station, it was accepted without any hesitation among its inhabitants. "You are." Julian remarked, passing by on the way to the counter. Rom smiled compassionately "No worries! Man, this job really makes me feel like a lady, haha." "No thank you, perhaps later." Riker said, still experiencing very strong omelette jealousy. "Hello fellow fellas, do you want some omelettes?" Rom called over as the MEN entered. The bar was occupied by its usual clientèle Morn, drinking something beige that Julian prayed wasn't Odo, and Rom who was doing typical egg things. Not everyone could take a break to hoe around the ship, some people have a goddamn job to do! It sounds… needy."Īs expected, O'brien didn't respond. He tapped his communicator "Bashir to O'brien, please tell your wife to water the pot in front of Quark's. Julian tried to avoid his gaze but found himself unable as the tailor began to hiss as they approached. Garak was crouched, badly hidden, inside one of the potted plants in the hallway, making incredibly uncomfortable eyecontact with everyone walking by. Linked arm in arm the two of them began to strut towards Quark's. The sign had served him well so far and it would continue to do so until the end of time (Or until Sisko noticed). As usual he put up his sign that said 'Get off my ass, I'm getting some. They stepped out of the medbay and Julian locked the door. Riker offered him his arm and the rose he'd brought "Shall we?" Julian accepted both with a smile "We shall." Before succumbing to the magical pull of The Secret Sandwich, he had spent the entire day doing medical shenanigans, so he definitely needed a break. "Now," Julian decided after not thinking anything through. Riker's face lit up like that of a dog who'd been called outside for walkies, "Fantastic! When shall we go?" "No, no it's fine, you got that right," the twink muttered, "You're hot and I'm stupid, let's go." Also I recall that after you turned me down you said 'Until next time then', " He continued, slowly lowering the rose in his hand, "I thought this implied something, but if not, I do apologize." His expression shifted from flirtatious to respectful and back, making him look like he was doing facial gymnastics. "Yes and as I am currently not suffering from any backpains, I am not your patient. "Wha- Commander! What I told you was that I wouldn't mind going out for drinks, BUT I can't have relations with my patients!" He had heard of the Enterprise docking at DS9 once again, but this potential visit truly hadn't been on his radar. Surprised by this gesture, Julian clutched his hand to his chest like a scandalised victorian. "Good evening doctor," Riker said, elegantly revealing a single rose he had previously hidden behind his back, "Last time we crossed paths, you promised me a date. Despite himself, Julian gasped and inside the drawer, so did the sandwich! The commander looked even more handsome than he remembered. In a completely unexpected turn of events, that no one reading this could've foreseen, inside stepped none other than William T. "Yes, come in?" Julian called in the man beyond the doorframe. He could only hope that it would leave no witnesses. Whoever found this mess later, would have to deal with his bad decisions. Panicked, he threw his secret sandwich into a random cabinet drawer and proceeded to straighten his gay posture, fruitlessly pretending to be normal. "Just a moment please!" He cried out in response. Julian hadn't heard that voice in a while but he recognised it instantly. Bashir?" A melodic voice announced the unexpected visitor. There was a gay little knock on the doorframe of the med-bay.
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