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((SB 118 - Commercial sector))

::After his discussion with Gavin, Brek found himself wandering within the maze of corporation buildings that existed on the station. At night most of these towers were plunged in the dark, but there were still a few offices brightly lit and, as he looked up, he couldn't help wondering what sort of wondrous affairs were happening up there? His feet were beginning to ache though, so he took the direction of a little park.::


::He had expected to discover a boring square, but he stepped into a proper green area with many trees and strange noises, which he associated vaguely with night wildlife. It felt alien and rather mysterious, but he soldiered on, his thoughts in turmoil and in search of a bench.::


::Why was it that Gavin was prepared to spend piles of credits on a huge banquet, but had showed caution regarding the Thracian/Romulan cause?::


Brek: oO There had better be method in his madness... Oo


::After ten minutes or so, he found a bench, which, unfortunately, was presently occupied. By the sound of it, the creature in question was of a feminine persuasion, and in tears. That was enough to make Brek walk faster. Tears were women's nuclear weapon, and they always disturbed him greatly. He would just walk by as fast as he could, and go find himself another place where to rest.::


::However, as he rushed past the bench, he chanced a look on the wretched soul, and, seeing that it was Ensign Freo, he stopped in his tracks. She looked a real mess, and was visibly as dismayed at seeing him as he was at finding her here.::


::They both seemed to wish that the other would walk away without a word, but they stood staring at each other for what felt like an eternity. Finally, taking his courage, Brek went to sit on the bench, a respectful 40 inches away from the Bajoran woman.::


Brek: What happened?


Freo: ::Loud sniff.:: Relapse. I won't be able to go to Vitor's dinner. There'll be too many people. I can't do it. It's messing with my mind.


::Brek stared blankly in front of him. Frinx. If every time there was a little hiccup they all cried like babies, nothing would ever get done.::


Brek: You don't have to worry about such a simple thing. I'll find an excuse for you. I'm good at that sort of thing. ::She never replied to that, so he went on.:: You know, as of tonight, there is exactly 78 reasons for me to be aggrieved. I started to make lists as a youngling. Life was so boring back then.


::Still no answer. So, since the sound of his own voice wasn't entirely unpleasant to his ears, he continued.::


Brek: The first of course, is being a damn Ferengi. I never fit anywhere, and because people expect me to be unpleasant, I'm often happy to oblige... I do that out of spite, I guess.


Freo: What excuse are you going to give? It has to be something credible, otherwise I'll look like a fool. Also, it can't be anything related to health or relationship issues.


Brek: Well for a start the excuse will have to be given at the last minute, to make sure you can't make it. What about some religious woe?


::She looked at him outraged, but on the plus side, her eyes were now dried, albeit running with mascara.::


Freo: I'm not longer into religion. That's what got me into trouble in the first place.


Brek: ::Crossing his arms on his chest, as it looked like he would be here for a long time.:: A busy schedule or an unexpected task is the best bet. Don't worry about it. I'll find something rock solid. Verifiable and all.


Freo: Alright. But what if Vitor invite me again?


Brek: ::Shrugging.:: Easy. You say no right away. I have yet to see him annoyed at anything. On the other hand, if you don't mind me saying so. You are going to miss a great evening. His girlfriend is an excellent cook and singer too. There won't be one serious thought at that table, you can be sure of it. Doctor MacLaren will also be with us, along with her future husband: Marine Captain Dubeau, plus her brother, who is an Ambassador, so he is nice by default. Frankly, with a company like that, I'd be very surprised if the attention ever falls on you.


Freo :: Blowing her nose in a less than elegant way.:: You sure?


Brek: Positive! So... well... should you decide to go after all, drop me a line, so that I don't dish out an unnecessary excuse for you. And bring something decent for dessert, you know, to contribute to the cost of the meal.


Freo: I might... I don't know yet.


::Brek nodded his head and then started to tell her about his latest auction successes. He gathered that after a few minutes of his incessant voice, she would want to go back home.::


tbc


Lt Cmdr Brek

Chief Diplomatic Officer

SB118/USS Victory


also simming as PNPC Ensign Freo, Science, SB118