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[IsKah]

The descriptions @Xiron added to the bar really brought this place to life. The two Frenegi honoring the 1929 Stock Market Crash is comedic gold. 

 

 

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((Interior, Myrtle’s Place basement, Baltimore))

The group continues to eat, although T’Khio’ri is really only playing with her salad.

Xiron::Taking another bite of the sandwich.:: Should we try and get a drink?

T’Khio’ri: Please, no more chocolate!

Stapledon:  This is better than chocolate.  And a lot more...  devious.

Is’Kah: Yes, I believe it is time for dancing and something without chocolate for me. 

Stapledon: ::flashing her eyes slightly:: Yes, definitely.

The hybrid caught the eye of their waitress, coming over to them a few minutes later.

Waitress: What else can I get the four of you?

Is’Kah: Four Habanero Martinis, please.

Waitress: That will be one strip of gold pressed latinum per.

The Trican showed the strips in her hand, causing the waitress to grin.

Is’Kah: This will do?

Waitress: Of course, follow me.

The waitress opened the hidden door to the real bar beneath the restaurant. Ghee was impressed with the hidden door; she doubted she could find it without a tricorder. Following the group, she saw a gold plaque bolted to the wall.

The inscription read, “This site is supported by a Capitalist Arts Grant by the Ferengi Embassy, Wall Street, New York, Earth. ‘Where there is a mark there is a market’”

The inscription was in Standard English, a language Ghee had a decent proficiency in but she did not think the quote translated well.

Stapledon:  This is so cool.

Xiron: Definitely worth the bribe.

Waitress: Al will take care of you if you follow the stairs down.

Is’Kah: Thank you.

Ghee nodded her thanks. The basement room had a short ceiling with dozens of people in period clothes sitting around tables or standing in the free corners. Off to one side several Ferengi in suspenders and fedoras were throwing dice and passing back and forth green paper as their fortunes came and went. At the far end of the room was a raven-haired lady in a red sequin dress on a tiny stage singing.

Stapledon: Response

Bartender: Welcome to the inner sanctum of Myrtles. You can call me Al. What can I get for you ladies?

Stapledon:  Bee's Knees please.

Ghee started to pull out her PADD for a time period drink suggestion but was cut off.

Bartender: No, PADDs. You want a menu, go to one of the dozen fish places on the pier. Here we pour liquor.

Xiron::belly up to the bar::Tennessee whiskey over ice.

The bartender nodded, lifting up a brown bottle with a label that had a sketch of a centuries old piece of agricultural equipment on it and poured Ghee a glass.

Is'Kah: Response

Stapledon:  ::Shrugging::  I have fond memories of that one

Xiron: That sounds like a story.

Is'Kah: Response

T’Khio’ri::  What is a “Bee’s Knees”?  Apis mellifera do have hinged legs, but I don’t believe they are referred to as “knees” in the sense that humanoids have knees.  ::T’Khio’ri noted that she was beginning to think and express herself in a more logical manner.

Stapeldon: Response

Stapledon:  This place is so cool.  Like there'd be spies and things here.

Xiron: Or at the very least Ferengi cosplaying gangster capitalist.

Is'Kah: Response

T’Khio’ri:  Why would there be spies here?  This is a very busy restaurant with a well-developed theme.  Although, I cannot discount the presence of shape-shifters.

A Ferengi man not much taller than Is’Kah came up to the ladies at the bar. Like the others that were gambling in the corner of the room he was dressed in 1920s fashion Pin striped pants held up by suspenders, leather wingtip shoes with a mirror shin and a French cuffed shirt with gold cufflinks shaped like the Ferengi national symbol. Where he differed was that he also wore a toupée that simulated black hair pomaded flat and paired straight down the middle. The only thing missing was a tommy gun and he could have been a bank robber of the era.

Ferengi: Good evening ladies.::His eyes moved over each one of them:: My name is Broque. Can I interest you in a game of change with my associates or perhaps cover this round of drinks.::He flashed a wad of green bills::

Xiron::Looking to Is’Kah and remembering their honeymoon on Ferengnar:: I think we are just fine, Mister Broque.

Stapeldon/Is’Kah/T’Khio’ri: Response

Broque: I believe you have the wrong impression of me. You see this is my bar. I was just trying to be a good host::His voice was playful but his eyes were those of a predator.::

Xiron: I commend you on the atmosphere. This place is very immersive.

Stapeldon/Is’Kah/T’Khio’ri: Response

Broque: You should see the things we have in the works for the 500^th anniversary of the 1929 Stock Market Crash.

At the mention of this two Ferengi behind him removed their fedoras and touched their ears.

Xiron: Most of us only went to school on this planet so we may be a little light on the history.

Stapeldon/ Is'Kah/T'Khio'ri:Response

Xiron: Funny your name...

Broque::Sly confidence:: I know what it sounds like in the local tongue but I assure you in my language it means the smell of money.

Stapeldon/Is'Kah/T'Khio'ri:Response