Quark's – she'd heard so much about the place, that now when she was really there, it just seemed smaller than she'd expected it to. Originally she had planned to go see the chief of security the first thing she did, but something about the bar simply pulled her in. And once she'd entered, she could hardly just leave.

On her way to the station, she'd heard quite a lot about the owner of the bar as well, Quark – some good, some bad. She had to admit, he did sound kind of frightening – all Ferengi sounded quite frightening. Mieil simply couldn't understand how someone would value latinum so much higher than... well, than practically anything else. Anyone else. Still. She was curios about them, she'd never met or even seen a Ferengi before.

It was late afternoon, so the place was quite crowded: People were drinking, laughing and gambling. Mieil imagined that this was exactly the way things were supposed to be like at Quark's. And it was quite overwhelming – all the sounds and flickering lights made her head spin. Not to mention all the people... she clutched at the green satchel she'd slung over her shoulder, and looked around for somewhere to sit. Or someone to talk to.

But then she got nervous – she wouldn't know how to talk to a Ferengi. Maybe she'd unintentionally flirt with one? Or maybe something she said could be taken as an offence or a challenge? Biting her lower lip, Mieil tried to beat down her inner worries: She'd lived through the occupation for the Prophets's sake...! She'd been beaten, threatened, abused... talking to a Ferengi couldn't be that bad. Being afraid of it was outright ridiculous...! What was the worst one of them could do anyway...? And why would they want to harm a potential customer...? She could have rolled her eyes at herself, but didn't. Instead she turned around and -

- and painfully smacked her whole being right into someone.
”I'm sorry!” she blurted out as she backed away, ”I'didn'tmeanto, I mean... I... I-I... didn't... I'm s-so sorry...”


Edit:
Established osting order (so far):
Mieil, Hebrin, Ileena, Odo, Prosper, Jinnis

This post has been edited by Vana Mieil on Dec 19 2011, 12:04 PM

After touring most of Deep Space Nine, Ileena returned to an old haunt of hers: Quark's Bar, Grill, Gaming House and Holosuite Arcade. It, too, was different from the Quark's she remembered. Brighter and colder, obviously, but the change went beyond the superficial.

Ileena flashed back to Quark's as it had been, warm, dark, full of Cardassian soldiers and frightened Bajoran waiters slaving away for minimal wages and table scraps. Now, the Bajorans were smug, confident in their 'victory' and in the Federation's ability to protect them from the Big Bad Cardies. Ileena intercepted a contemptuous look from one of them.

She didn't know which Quark's she preferred. She flashed the contemptuous Bajoran a charming smile and turned her back.

So much had changed from the Occupation. Some things for the better, others for the worse. Ileena wondered whether the drinks had changed, too. She beckoned a (Ferengi) waiter and obtained a glass of kanar from him.

Then someone bumped into her from behind. Her drink splashed over her fingers and onto the floor, but luckily none spilled on her uniform. The smell was distinctive, and it was not a good idea to show up for duty with a uniform smelling of kanar.

Ileena turned slowly, raising one eye-ridge when she saw the culprit. A young Bajoran woman was backing away from her nervously. "I'm sorry! Ididn'tmeanto, I mean... I... I-I... didn't... I'm s-so sorry..."

Smiling as always, Ileena shook her head. "You should be more careful." Her tone was not unfriendly; clearly this had been an accident.

This damn station was so damn crowded. Prosper wasn't one to swear, but it did make her feel so much more adult. Plus, if it weren't for these infuriating crowds, life would be a million times easier for the girl. First of all, if there had not been so many people living here to take up all the jobs on the station, Prosper would not have had to have settled for working at Quark's, where she couldn't remember the last day off she had. It was Sunday for prophets-sake! She sighed, and reminded herself that she was the one who had signed the contract. In the future, she would remember to read those more closely...

And now that she was working there, there was never a break in the crowd. On a good day, she could just barely squeeze through the crowds with trays. At times she was jealous of the small stature of the Ferengi waiters, who didn't have to worry about such things. But, Prosper, being clumsy and pigeon-toed as it was, had her pay docked at least once a week for dropping or spilling something all over the place because she was bumped into by someone. How anyone could be steady enough to navigate the place without dropping something every once and a while, she would never know.

Propser approached a human couple sitting in the corner of the room.

"Are you folks being helped?" She asked with a smile, she hoped didn't seem too forced. The women shook her head and Prosper took their order. With a near-perfect memory, Prosper really didn't find it necessary to carry around a pad when she took orders, but apparently it made the customers feel uncomfortable to think their order might be forgotten. So Prosper, typed up their order and headed back behind the bar to dig it out.

She emerged again into the crowd, when out of the corner of her eye she noticed a Bajoran woman slam straight into a Cardassian woman, the later's drink flying all over the place. Prosper tossed her tray onto the nearest table and grabbed a rag. Two thoughts flipped back and forth in her mind. One: She was going to be blamed for this. Two: Please, please don't let there be a fight. A Cardassian and a Bajoran had gotten into a fight a few weeks ago in Quark's and it was quite possibly the most terrifying experience Prosper could remember. She had hid behind the bar crying until some security officers broke it up. She had never witnessed a fight before, and as much as she liked to think she would be brave about such a situation, she was so horrified, she could barely speak.

"Let me get that." Prosper said, bending over and cleaning up the Cardassian woman's drink. She calmed down a bit when neither seemed to be over-reacting. "Are you two alright?"

This post has been edited by Prosper Reese on Dec 4 2011, 09:14 PM

Mieil looked up and...

for a short moment the whole world seemingly froze into place. It couldn't be... it shouldn't be... why...? How...? How dared that Cardassian stand there, smiling, telling Mieil to be more careful? Careful of all things on Bajor!

She would have spat out the worst possible insults she could have thought up, hadn't her mouth gone all dry as her eyes widened in shock. In her head, she could hear the Cardassian's voice echo, bouncing against the inside of her skull like a stray bullet. Mieil backed away even further, she had to fist her hands to keep them from shaking. In her chest, her heart turned into an unpleasant, cutting sensation of rage. Somewhere in the background, in a world which seemed unreal and distant, she could hear someone ask if they were alright, but that... that was so far away. So insignificant.

They had no right to be here! No right to linger anywhere near Bajor! But leave it to a Cardassian to lack even the most basic idea of respect, leave it to a Cardassian to not even have the decency to leave lost territory! Mieil tried as hard as she could to master herself, and as she met those cold, blue eyes, she did it only because she willed herself to.
”Your kind have no business being here”, she hissed in between her teeth, a slight shiver to her voice, ”and neither do you have any business lecturing me on how to act”, she continued as she narrowed her eyes dangerously.

Oh, she would have said a lot more. She would have brought down insults as plentiful as the stars, had she only thought her voice could carry them. But her voice was growing as shivering and unsteady as her fists, and she knew better than to let that kind of beast free. She wouldn't let herself be swayed by a Cardassian, not again, not ever again! They had abused her enough already, they had stolen enough of her life, her effort and self. If she lost her temper now, they would've made her lose her dignity entirely. She wouldn't let them. But she wanted to, and if this Cardassian were to initiate a fight, she would hardly hesitate to throw herself into it.

((OOC: Hope you don't mind this little passing by post. I couldn't resist. My inner Rush told me to piss of that poor bajoran even more. xD))

Rush was pretty much done, her head was spinning and her eyes tired. She paid her bill and walked her way out, half asleep with her hands in her pockets. She came past the little scene and spotted a fellow cardassian woman she had met in the past when Terok Nor was still Terok Nor.

"Oh greetings Gil Vekal, we haven't seen in a while, how's Procal?" She waited for the other woman's answer and then said. "I see, say hi from me to him when you see him next time. See ya" With that and 2 greeting nods to the bajoran woman and Prosper Rush made her way out.

((The effects of the buzz on Hebrin are taken from my experiences with having too much wine.))

The Bajoran girl was not the only one annoyed with the increased presence of Cardassians on board. First Gul Danar and his men, and then this...Gul whatever-his-name-was (he couldn't be assed to care). The sneer on his face was obvious as he watched the Cardassians, though it softened as he downed more bloodwine. Bloodwine...it had the effect of more than one alcoholic drink. An effect he liked. He didn't dare drink more or he'd truly be drunk, and Odo would no doubt unimpressed by...whatever he ended up doing after he lost control. He'd seen it happen to a Klingon, after all, and he didn't relish the thought.

He let out a mutter incomprehensible even to himself, and pulled himself from the chair he was sitting on, stumbling but catching himself before he could even start to fall -- he was not that drunk. Something -- was it the bloodwine? -- made him wanted to go over there. And so he stumbled over there, pushing strands of hair -- his hair was exceptionally messy today -- onto his forehead. He still was thinking clearly, though only somewhat, and thought about how he could very well make a delicate, volatile situation worse. That was not recommended, though the Cardassian could jump out of an airlock for all he cared.

"Nice weather we're having at the moment, isn't it?" he sputtered as he arrived where the Bajoran, the waitress, and the female Cardassian were. And burst out laughing. "Wait a minute..." He held two fingers up, then shook his head, trying to keep it from dropping him to the ground. It was feeling heavy from the bloodwine, like a lead weight. "My mistake. The weather is terrible..." he corrected himself, thinking about the spoonheads. Ah, but he didn't care that much that there were Cardassians. That was the wonder of this state. He just didn't care...

((OH BOY.))

Before Ileena had the chance to beckon someone over to take care of her spilled drink, a shorter Bajoran appeared and began mopping it. At least Ileena thought she was Bajoran, until she saw the other's black irises. "Let me get that. Are you two alright?"

Betazoid, Ileena thought. It didn't matter to her; on a station like this she kept her mental guards up constantly. There was nothing the part-Betazoid could glean from her mind. "Yes, thank you." She gave a smile that was more genuine and warm than her usual. This was the kind of person she liked, not scared or hostile, genuinely helpful. The universe needed more of such people.

The Bajoran woman who'd bumped her had another opinion. "Your kind have no business being here," she hissed at Ileena, "and neither do you have any business lecturing me on how to act."

Before Ileena could reply, Rush of the unknown last name appeared. She asked about Procal; without really bothering to think up a real reply, Ileena answered that he was well; Rush moved on.

Ileena hated crowds. One was always being interrupted. She turned back to the hostile Bajoran woman and raised both her eye-ridges. "I suppose that means you're not going to offer to replace my drink," she remarked dryly.

Of course, that was when a drunk with Cardassian scales and the wrinkled nose and earring of a Bajoran appeared. Ileena took a small step backwards. She recognized him immediately; he was Hebrin Tayel, quarter Bajoran and former labourer. The last time she had seen the hybrid, two soldiers had been beating him in the woods outside the Hendrickspool labour camp on Bajor. She'd stopped them and had the boy transported to a hospital, but would he remember that? Or was she just another Cardie to him, now?

This post has been edited by Ileena Vekal on Dec 7 2011, 03:00 AM

Prosper could read the tension in the room double the moment the Bajoran woman turned around. That being said, it was almost entirely coming from her. Propser could read anything from the Cardassian woman, which was bothering her more and more as the Bajoran ranted on about Cardassians not belonging on the station. Jaw hanging open, Prosper stared dumbly back and forth between the two of them as if she were watching a tennis match. It bothered her that she was not reading anything from the Cardassian woman, and she had to keep checking her facial expression to make sure she wasn't getting too angry. The odd thing was, Prosper could usually read Cardassians as well as any other species, which, granted, wasn't very well, but she could usually at least tell what someone what someone was feeling. She had learned to accept not being able to read Ferengi or Changelings (the later not being much of an issue), but she liked to be able to keep tabs on the emotions of the bar's more suspicious visitors.

Prosper smiled and laughed awkwardly. This woman made her uncomfortable. Not just because she couldn't read her, but because she was acting so cooly rational. While Prosper was not one to judge someone on their race, from her experience most Cardassians would react badly to such a situation, and instead of reassuring Prosper on the innate goodness of all species, it just made her nervous. She was about to run off and inform Quark that he might want to keep an eye on those two, when Rush seemed to appear out of nowhere. Prosper could still read Rush as clearly as ever, and the word "drunk" may as well have been plastered across her forehead. As much as Propser was fond of Rush, the woman had a tendency to not do well with delicate situations.

Luckily, she passed on, with nothing but a comment on one of their fellow Cardassians and a nod to Prosper, which she returned, along with a glance that said "Help me!" Rush didn't seem to notice and walked on.

"I suppose that means you're not going to offer to replace my drink." The Cardassian woman said. Prosper could have died. As much as she adored the romanticism of a bar fight, in real life it was not something she had any interest in being involved in. In fact, it terrified her, and the fact that it terrified her bother her. Prosper's image of herself was a brave adventurer... working on the side at a Ferengi bar and gambling house, but still! She saw herself as been a thrill-seeking, risk-taking, heroine, and yet, there she was cowardly waiting on two arguing people in a small, mousy attempt to prevent a bar fight. This was not what the heroes in her books would do. So what would they do?

Prosper rose herself up to her full height and prepared to tell off either the Cardassian or the Bajoran, but she couldn't find the words, nor the courage. So she backed down.

"No, don't worry about it! I'll get you a knew one, on the house." Prosper said before the Bajoran could say anything. Of course, 'on the house' meant, 'out of Prosper's pocket', but it was worth it to keep the back-and-forth peaceful.

When Prosper returned with the Cardassian woman's drink, someone else sauntered toward them drunkenly and joined the discussion. A Cardassian... no, uh, Cardassian and Bajoran? Yes! That was Hebrin Tayel, the man who had broken down at the Dabo table a while back. He was remarking on the weather, but he was certainly not thinking about small-talk.

"Nice weather we're having at the moment, isn't it? Wait a minute... My mistake. The weather is terrible..." Prosper suddenly decided that she hated alcohol with a passion.

To ease the tension, that the new Bajoran had added to the ordeal, Prosper broke out in a peal of awkward laughter, at, what she hoped was a joke. Because... Well there was no weather on Deep Space Nine. It was... funny.

When did her shift end?

Replacing her drink...? Replacing her drink...?! Mieil would replace her drink alright: she'd take the glass and throw its contents right into that scaly, cold, Cardassian face. And once she'd done that, she'd throw the glass in the very same direction!

But that was just a dream, a very tempting, very silly dream. It wasn't realistic, and she knew it. She couldn't do it. Not if she wanted to make it into security... not if she wanted to perserve her dignity. Besides, Mieil knew perfectly well what she looked like: Like a young woman - almost a girl - pissed off at a well contained Cardassian over practically nothing. And she loathed it. Loathed the superior attitude, loathed the well contained, smug rudeness that was the Cardassian mannerism.

She was just about to further hammer her point of view into the unreceiving woman when...

Another Cardassian came by, just as ignorant as the first – she inquired about something ridicolous, and then just wandered off as though nothing of significance took place. And maybe nothing significant was going on, but that swagging, overbearing attitude made Mieil's blood boil. With her cheeks flushing from suppressed anger, she sent the other Cardassian's back a venomous glare. Too bad that those scaly creeps were immune to practically all poisons, or her glare might have carried just enough of the kind to kill.

Mieil was just about to snap her attention back to the infuriating woman in front of her when...

Great, that was just what she needed, a drunk – a drunk – a... what was he anyway? A flicker of strong annoyance drew her eyebrows together in a frown as she glanced at him darkly. Whatever he was going on about, he apparently found it very amusing, because he started laughing, quickly joined by the waiter from before. She gritted her teeth and tried to take a deep, calming breath.
“I see absolutely nothing of amusement in this”, huffed Mieil joylessly as she dug her nails painfully into the palms of her hands. So this was what Deep Space Nine was like? Total madness – Cardassians, slurring drunkards and absolutely intelligence-free waiters...? In that case, it sure needed someone to keep the order – and to kick those good-for-nothing grey-skins out of there.

“You Cardassians”, Mieil practically growled and pointed a critical finger right at the Cardassian woman's chest, “you don't know the first thing about respect, about dignity!” And she didn't care about the irony in the undignified state of yelling her head off at a woman she'd never met prior to this, “You think you can just linger in Bajoran space! You think you can act as though nothing has happened!” Mieil could have kicked her voice for getting slightly high pitched. She stabbed her fingers in the direction of the Cardassian's chest again, “Well you can't! And I am not going to make an effort to make you feel welcome or comfortable! Because I refuse to crawl before any of you, ever again!” She had to stop there, because black dots were beginning to disturb her vision. It took her a while to realize that she was panting heavily, and when she did, she tried to retain herself. She could practically feel the rest of the bar staring at her, which made her want to yell at them to mind their own business.

((OOC: Told you I'd get a post up! Just didn't realise I'd get it up before Thursday. ^^))

Sure enough, upon giving her a closer look, he recognised Ileena. She and her friend -- a Dukat of all things -- had been there, at Hedrickspool. She'd gotten those soldiers to stop beating him, and had seen him taken to a hospital. And she'd been there when he'd been returned home. He didn't know if she'd survived, but it was good to see that she'd had. A Cardassian with an actual shred of decency. Like Rush, Kell, and Garak (whom of course Hebrin didn't realise were putting on an act...at least in the case of Kell). Not that he wanted to acknowledge this publicly. He had met with Garak in his tailor shop, but out here...he was where many Bajorans were. He didn't want them thinking that not only was he a part-Cardassian freak but a Cardassian sympathiser.

Still, he acknowledged that he knew her with a nod, a polite one yet quick. Had he been drunk enough...well, he might have mistaken her for a palukoo or something. But it was just a buzz. And no more. He wasn't going to drink anymore. Because he might do things that he'd regret. But still, Hebrin wondered...why was she here? At this station, where she was glared at -- and possibly worse insults than that had been thrown at her -- and -- if his own physical state made him one to infer -- freezing cold in the temperatures which were comfortable to most? Well, he might ask her later. He didn't really know her, and he'd never trust a Cardassian.

He had to admire the girl's speech. He didn't doubt the Cardassians had made her life miserable as they'd made his, and probably taken away people precious to her. He wondered what her story was, but he didn't know. He wouldn't intrude upon her privacy. He bobbed his head so that it didn't feel so heavy, and sat down, his d'ja pagh glistening at his right ear. Rubbing his eyes, he felt a yawn coming on, from the tired feeling the amount of alcohol he'd ingested. "Sorry," he said as soon as he got the chance. "About intruding." It occurred to him that she could be talking about him. He got that plenty...and hated it, but accepted it as a part of life. He really wanted surgery, though.

((Yay!))

"Thank you," Ileena said again once the waitress returned with her drink. She accepted the kanar with one hand and smiled. Her other hand reached into a hidden pocket and returned with several slips of latinum: the full price of the drink. Ileena offered them to the young waitress without comment.

"You Cardassians," the Bajoran woman snarled, jabbing a finger in Ileena's direction, "you don't know the first thing about respect, about dignity! You think you can just linger in Bajoran space! You think you can act as though nothing has happened!" Another jab, still not touching her. "Well you can't! And I am not going to make an effort to make you feel welcome or comfortable! Because I refuse to crawl before any of you, ever again!"

Ileena had remained still throughout the speech, one arm still outstretched towards the waitress, face expressionless, head tilted slightly as she listened. Now, she lowered the hand that wasn't holding her kanar. "Good for you," she told the Bajoran, her usual smile returning to her face, maybe a bit more subdued than it had been. Ileena continued, her tone level and almost gentle: "I'm glad to hear it. And I forgive you for yelling at me." She was tempted, so tempted, to add a dismissive 'You can go away now'. But she checked the impulse.

Instead she simply turned to Hebrin Tayel and returned his nod, making the gesture a bit more gracious than she normally would have. "Hello, Hebrin. I wasn't expecting to see you here... You decided to leave Bajor?" She wondered what had happened to the Klanes. She also wondered what Hebrin Tayel was doing on Deep Space Nine-- and whether Agent Kell knew about it.

This post has been edited by Ileena Vekal on Dec 8 2011, 03:20 PM

The upsides of his office's location so near to Quark's bar: Odo could keep an eye on the Ferengi with relative ease, and if anything happened there that got loud, it was easy for the Constable to hear it and intervene.

... The downside: that sort of thing tended to happen an awful lot. Especially recently, with the influx of new visitors to Quark's.

Odo would not deny that the station's new-found freedom and diversity was a welcome change from the Occupation, but things had not yet settled into their new and improved variety of order. Particularly with so many Bajorans sadly unsure of how to exercise their freedom ... coupled with the occasional Cardassian who still elected to pay a visit to the station.

He might not have heard it had his door not been open at the time, but Odo looked up at the sound of shouting coming from the general direction of the bar. Only one raised voice at the moment, but it still seemed worth investigating. He needed a bit of a break from looking over reports, anyway; he started to suspect it might be psychosomatic, imagining he had small cramps from sitting too long like the Solids often complained of, but the Changeling did need a bit of a change of scenery, regardless.

Hands clasped casually behind his back, the Constable stepped out of his office and crossed over to the bar. A slight appraising smile graced his thin lips as he crossed Quark's threshold, glancing around and immediately noticing an infuriated Bajoran woman and a Cardassian. And the flustered waitress standing between them.

Not so bad for a bar fight at the moment, and all the better if he could help prevent it from escalating. Odo sauntered over, tilting his head slightly to one side as he inquired of the gathering collectively, "Is everything alright here?"

He noted Hebrin there, as well, though did not acknowledge the young man for the moment - he did not look like he was involved, fortunately, and all the better if Odo could prevent it.

Prosper shut herself up immediately when the Bajoran woman snapped at her.

"No. No of course not."

Prosper's jaw dropped and she stared wide-eyed in horror at the Bajoran woman as she began to declare her dignity, independence, etc. Prosper thought about it and decided that this was a very stupid thing to do. What on earth was she trying to accomplish? Was there really any gain in shouting down some stranger? She'd seen the way her aunt looked at Cardassians and more than once she'd told Prosper that they were evil and ferocious by nature. Now Prosper had met quite a few Cardassians that did not come off as evil at all, and at the moment, it was the Bajoran woman that seemed more ferocious. She given Prosper the latinum for a drink she had been offered for free. You would think differently if you had been there, Prosper. Her aunt would have told her, of course, referring to the occupation on Bajor. It seemed so many things are different when you're there, which didn't really make sense... It's not as if it happened a different way just because Prosper wasn't there. Prosper knew everything there was to know about the occupation, as her aunt talked about it on a daily basis, and yet she would never be able to muster up the same hatred for Cardassians that her aunt felt, and a part of her felt guilty about that.

Standing quite awkwardly directly between the Cardassian the Bajoran, and the Cardassian/Bajoran... whatever, Prosper assessed her options. The first one she could think of was to run and tell Quark, or just forget about it and hope the argument dissolved without any violence. It seemed like it might be heading in that direction when the Cardassian/ Bajoran hybrid apologized. However, he didn't seem to be talking to the Cardassian, who after, a quick dismissal of the Bajoran, turned to him and seemed to recognize the man.

"Hello, Hebrin. I wasn't expecting to see you here... You decided to leave Bajor?" What was she doing? She had never met a Bajoran, especially a Bajoran woman, who would take being completely ignored peacefully. Prosper was close to exploding with stress. She was not prepared to be standing in between too brawlers if a fight were to break out.

"Is everything alright here?" Asked a deep voice from behind her. Prosper jumped and spun around.

"Constable!" She nearly shouted with relief. If anyone could bring this situation to a close, it was him. Prosper couldn't say she knew the man well, but it was difficult not to meet someone who spent so much time lurking about her workplace. She breathed a sigh of relief and a bright smile crossed across her face. Nothing was going to happen after all. She was suddenly consumed with her urge to hug the Constable, but she decided he probably wouldn't like that very much.

"Um... Everything seems alright to me." She turned to the Cardassian and the Cardassian/ Bajoran. "Does everything seem alright to you?" She asked with a rather forced smile.

Prosper mouthed "Thank you" to the Constable. At least the yelling had stopped... For now.

This post has been edited by Prosper Reese on Dec 10 2011, 01:33 AM

Jinnis had just arrived at the station. After such a long time she was back in bajoran space. It felt so odd and familiar. She never had been to Terok Nor when it was still under cardassian control. She only heard rumors. The station was huge and the first minutes after her arrival Jinnis just looked around, her mouth slightly open. Now where to begin with her search? Or should she get some quarters first? No! If she was here somewhere she had to find her quickly before she would leave again.

Unsure Jinnis moved over the promenade. The crowd made her nervous and it felt like everyone was starring at her scar. She hated that. She saw a strange man passing the way from what looked like an office into a bar. A bar? That would probably a great place to begin the search. Even when the noisy atmosphere and the people already scared Jinnis when she only thought about them. The young bajoran took a few deep breathes and walked in as well.

Something was going in there. Through the people Jinnis could make out a bajoran and a cardassian. Oh she knew how these encounters usually went. Even when the occupation was over, who said that this specific thing had changed. Jinnis started to fiddle with her fingers nervous. To reach the upper level of the bar, to have a better look around, she had to go past them. She was scared that she would get right between their fists if they started to fight.

Pull yourself together Jinnis!! You are not a child anymore!

Thats what she kept telling herself in her mind, but it didn't help much. She however moved on and tried to be as stealthy as possible. The strange man from before had also joined them, asking if everything was alright. He must have been from security. Jinnis wasn't all to familiar with staff or uniforms. She spot the young waitress what looked less dangerous and decided to sneak past her. "Excuse me...sorry." she said with a shaking voice as she walked past.

For just a second she caught the eyes of the other bajoran woman. She looked so furious and even when Jinnis know that she wasn't the reason for that, she froze in her spot, looking terrified.

Good for you. I'm glad to hear it. And I forgive you for yelling at me – had she just said that?! Had she just uttered those words, in perfect, silken calm? As if she was speaking to a child...?
“Forgive all you want, grey-skin – because there's not a fibre of regret in my body”, she began in a low growl, as the Cardassian promptly turned away and started chatting away with Mr. Drunk about him leaving Bajor;
“I know someone else who should leave Bajor”, snapped Mieil pointedly with a sharp, cold glare at the cardie, who most probably would just continue to ignore her.

Mieil couldn't help but to feel like this was all some sort of struggle for control, some kind of competition; The one to throw the first punch would lose. But then again, so long as no one threw any punches, no one truly win either. It was a status quo of the kind that gnawed senselessly at Mieil's pagh – she wanted to win! A stalemate was no good, a situation where both parties were equal was no good, a cease-fire was no good...! Nothing was good, so long as she didn't win.

And if there was no battle, then there would be no victory. And that in itself, was just as bad as defeat.

Is everything alright here? someone suddenly asked, as though it was their business. Mieil twirled around to face who-ever-that-was, a stern expression on her face - her get-out-of-my-hair-expression - and froze readily in place.

Constable! And for once, the waitress was right: This was the constable. Mieil felt more than a little embarrassed over herself – right now, this was the last person she wanted to make herself look savage in front of.

Paying the rambling waitress very little attention, Mieil made sure to melt her expression into a more neutral one, even though she still was quite upset. In the corner of her eye, she could see someone stare at her in fear – crud, as if screaming her head off wasn't enough, she'd freaked out the public as well...!
“Constable... Odo, isn't it...?” she asked in a hoarse voice which made it all the more obvious that she had been the one shouting. Great. “Um... I was merely stating some facts...” her voice trailed off in sudden awkwardness, which made her want to scold herself as well. Damn, “I guess I got a bit loud”, the last came out as a mere whisper.

Mieil inwardly cursed the Cardassian pagh-wraith for ruining her first impression regarding the chief of security. Hopefully her big mouth could get her out of this predicament just as easily as it had gotten her into it.