Still Drinking

T'Pren was at least aware that she'd made some kind of social faux pas with the Bajoran, even if she had no idea what exactly it was. She thought she was being understanding and progressive!

Falten got a thin-lipped smile in greeting, but she shook her head. "I have some work to do." Liar. "But please give the Bajoran here my share of the Commander's generosity."

With that, she turned almost sadly back to Val. It was a good conversation she'd just unknowingly ruined after all. "Thank you for your help. If think of anything else..." She stood to go, collecting her little hardback. "What would you like to replace your scarf?"

She gave the Bajoran a wry smile and an arched white brow. All the pleasure workers were so saucy.

"Coming right up, hot shot."

She'd known Inabnet would be closed to his advances even before they'd begun talking. Poor guy had no idea what lay beneath her unassuming features. She offered Inabnet a soft smile as the Lieutenant prepped for her exit.

"One Kanar on ice, for the gentleman, garnished with a slice of Kava, courtesy of the Lieutenant."

"There's a little shop on the promenade with fine silks - you can take me shopping on your next day off," he said to T'Pren airily. He hoped she'd wear her uniform - that way everyone would at least think he was attracting high ranking clients.

Val brightened at his drink, when it came. "How decadent! I'll have to thank the Commander later... maybe with a card."

T'Pren had been hoping he'd let her choose so she could go with something cheaper, but it was clearly a moot hope. She gave the Bajoran an earnest smile, "Fine silk it is."

And, hey, maybe he could help her figure out how to disguise the more Cardassian elements of her quarters.

Falten and Val both get a little head bow and a very slight smile before she and her book took their leave.

After she left, Val gave the barkeep a helpless look and a shrug.
"How do you make someone like that happy?"
He took his drink and began scouting for a spot that would put him more on display.

Falten smiled. Such enthusiasm from the Bajoran courtesan. Honest, sweet, and genuine. He had his fair share of hurt - being Bajoran might as well be a public statement of past woundings, these days - but he didn't keep them close. He exuded pleasantries and pleasures, though his confusion at Inabnet's sharp rejection lingered.

"I'm sure he's just inundated with appreciation, this evening," Falten said, smiling wryly again.