In the spirit of not horribly neglecting pups.
There's a very colorfully dressed Cardassian lounging comfortably in one of the booths far, far into the bar proper. Nursing a cup of something not entirely unlike coffee, he's surreptitiously watching the patrons as they come and go, and sometimes return.
It's the same booth he always sits at, when he's here, having judged it the single most advantageous place to occupy for the purposes of keeping track of the comings and goings of the bar.
It's how he gets fresh inspiration for his designs, you see. That is all.
tiny tag: Garak
((OOC: Sleep time is now. Let the slow-times commence!))
It's the same booth he always sits at, when he's here, having judged it the single most advantageous place to occupy for the purposes of keeping track of the comings and goings of the bar.
It's how he gets fresh inspiration for his designs, you see. That is all.
tiny tag: Garak
((OOC: Sleep time is now. Let the slow-times commence!))