(𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒) 𝐺𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑘

been about finding a more comfortable position and not at all about any potential weight of his remark.

“After all, what are Tuesdays at a Klingon restaurant without your enthusiasm for gagh and Klingon opera?”

unusually attentive to his friend’s response to that option.

“It sounds like an adventure fit for one of your holonovels, but…” His voice trailed off as he swirled the contents of his glass. “Your absence at our lunches would be…notable.” Garak shifted in his seat, though the movement might have >

Cardassian, he had already begun to answer it in a fashion. “Administering to Rom’s earaches? The impeccable conversation skills of Morn? Quark’s price gouging?” A contemplative sip of Saurian brandy broke the flow of possibilities. “Or perhaps the company of a certain Trill?” The tailor was >

on literature and other cultural artifacts delighted Julian, trips to the holodeck to fulfill rather interesting fantasies the doctor harbored, speculating about station intrigue.

“And you would miss…” Garak’s brows rose as if to pose the question, but as was sometimes the case with the >

The unfinished thought caught the interest of Dr. Bashir’s attentive audience. “That would be quite the adjustment, living in the Gamma Quadrant.” His imagination concocted a scenario of life without the engaging doctor on the station. No more lunches and conversations about politics, rumination >

my world than how I would characterize myself. Clumsy, brutish, maybe a little too garish with the violence?” Leave it to a fellow keen mind like his newfound friend to intuit the best manner of utilizing such a blunt instrument.

“I am flattered to rank higher in your estimation of creative skills than my tired counterpart. A scalpel is far more versatile than a club.” Garak accepted the compliment with a little salute of his glass and another modest sip. “From what you’ve said, he sounds far more like the Dukat in >

(short) list, felt…pleasant? Once more, he returned to his observations of their kinship—an appreciation for a particularly dark class of work, a keen attentiveness to others that afforded many enlightening discoveries, and an awareness of feeling out of place in this space station community.
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Friends? What a revelation to discover the Intendant felt that way about this simple tailor given the blatant distrust most inhabitants of DS9 harbored for Garak. Still more surprising for the man himself was the realization that counting this Kira as a friend, joining the ranks of a very elite >

comes to the art of elimination, as it were. A craft that calls for the utmost creativity and careful planning for the unexpected.”

confess, Kira—may I call you Kira?—I am rather disappointed to hear about my companion universe counterpart and his fateful predicability.”

Garak took a casual sip of kanar and considered this fallen version of himself. “It is very unimaginative to not vary one’s methods, particularly when it >

Quite entertaining to hear how mirror Kira prepared her assassinations. Of all people, Garak could appreciate a well thought out plan. “I see you are a fan of schadenfreude.” He felt a certain simpatico with the Bajoran knowing well how delightful the suffering of one’s foes could be.

“I must >

interpreted this as an insult to his romantic prowess.”

a new outfit.” One hand picked up the brandy, and Garak’s eyes focused on the liquor, perhaps pondering the contents or maybe maintaining his usual cryptic aura. “And believe me, I did counsel him that undergarments are less likely to be critically examined by another party. Strangely, he >

Ferengi employee of Quark’s appeared at their side carrying a tray with a single drink, delivering the glass of Saurian brandy safely into the custody of Garak. He murmured his appreciation before returning his attention to Dr. Bashir.

“Ah, yes, I’ve shared how…particular Morn is when procuring >

“Sleep can indeed be a fickle friend.” Garak settled back into his chair, scrutinizing the doctor as he found a comfortable position. “Especially for a troubled mind.” A half smile appeared briefly, and the Cardassian let the remark hang, to be picked up or not at the doctor’s choosing.

A >

thoughtfully into his beverage as if to contemplate its quality. “And certain considerations such as…” His eyes snapped back up to study this Kira, curious about the differences. “Not getting caught,” Garak finished with an amused grin. “But I doubt you joined me to discuss such gory matters.”

“No, my dear, I assure you this is safe to drink.” To demonstrate the veracity of his claim, Garak took a generous sip of his own kanar, murmuring appreciatively after and nodding toward the Intendant as if to say ‘I still breathe.’

“There is an art to poisoning.” The Cardassian peered >

the midnight oil, Doctor?” The Cardassian took the seat opposite Dr. Bashir after ordering a single glass of Saurian brandy, hopefully to soothe him into a peaceful slumber later.

dabo table, no doubt enraptured by the attendant girls. Admittedly, it was quite the effective marketing technique. As it turned out this particular night, only a couple of customers lingered at the late hour including one familiar Dr. Julian Bashir with a mug of tea firmly in his grasp.

“Burning >

simple tailor of Deep Space 9 decided a more interesting use of his time would be an appearance at Quark’s and a glass of something to be decided at the spur of the moment. Whatever tickled his fancy.

Nights like this might bring crowds into Quark’s or a small but determined group encircling >

A late night accommodating Morn’s unusual schedule for a fitting of his newest Vaterian wool undergarments left Garak too awake for what would normally have been an appointment with one of the enigma tales by Shoggoth or even a collection of Vulcan poetry to puzzle over. Instead, the resident >

courteous nod, he placed a glass of violet liquid before the Intendant, raising his own to appreciate its unique fragrance.

“Intendant.” Garak greeted the commanding woman with almost gentlemanly gesture toward the vacant seat that she quickly assumed. He was in the midst of filling each glass with a generous amount of the thick liquor. “Well, I thought it only befitting that we inaugurate our maiden voyage.” With a >

𝑫𝒓. 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝑹𝑷,
𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚

𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆

𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒔

𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆

and two glasses carefully arranged on the table. After all, provisions were necessary during lengthy surveillance of one’s surroundings.

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Garak considered suggesting they convene their observations at the Replimat, but the acoustics in Quark’s were far better during slower business times. That’s how he found himself occupying a seat near the entrance to the Ferengi’s establishment with a bottle of kanar >

“Is there ever a wrong time to overhear intriguing information?

Your boundless interest in spy craft should tell you otherwise.”

“Ahh, Doctor. I didn’t see you there.”

Share a crush you have. No explanation.