This could get interesting in a hurry. Sariel seems to realize it, but keeps her mouth shut for the moment. Quark, for his part, isn't phased by either Will's drink order or his lack of reaction to the mild jibe at the Federation. there are all kinds on colony worlds, after all. Off the Ferengi goes.
"His species is called Ferengi," Sariel explains quietly as soon as the bartender's out of earshot. Pause. "I'd be careful of drinking too much, in here." Not that she's trying to step on his metaphorical toes, she'd just... sooner not end up in a sticky situation if she can avoid it. "Sorry, Will."
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Date: 2009-04-27 03:00 am (UTC)"His species is called Ferengi," Sariel explains quietly as soon as the bartender's out of earshot. Pause. "I'd be careful of drinking too much, in here." Not that she's trying to step on his metaphorical toes, she'd just... sooner not end up in a sticky situation if she can avoid it. "Sorry, Will."