*Desdemona Barrett-Brown* * Event Horizon Lounge * * after lunchtime * Desdemona leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, a knowing smile on her lips. On the console before her, Hral, the Bolian merchant she usually dealt with for supplies was stammering. ?Desdemona,? he said, ?I know we?re talking about a bottom line here. Everybody wants to save money. But consider the quality of goods you know you can depend on from me.? ?Quality,? Des repeated, ?Like that Romulan Ale you sent in the last shipment.? ?Romulan Ale is very hard to come by. My supplier gave me a good sample, and his word that the entire shipment was of the same batch.? ?You could?ve tested it before you passed the stuff on to me.? ?Forgive me, Madam, but perhaps you could?ve tested it yourself before serving it to your customers.? ?That was when I depended on you for quality,? Des said levelly, ?Which brings us to where we are now.? ?I implore you,? Hral said, ?Whatever promises that Yridian made, do not do business with him. Desdemona, you?re one of my most valued customers...? Desdemona said nothing. Her expression spoke for itself. ?All right,? Hral relented. ?I can come down on my price for you. Thirty percent.? Des? eyebrow twitched. ?And I?ll throw in a couple of cases of my best Champagne, from my private stock.? Des chewed at her lip, giving Hral the impression that she was considering his offer carefully. Really, she was thinking about clearing one of the store rooms in the back and converting it to a private office. After a few moments, she looked back at the image of Hral. ?Okay, Hral. Because it?s you, and because we go way back. But if I keep getting better offers from other suppliers...? ?You won?t.? Hral sniffed. ?Not from any legitimate sources. Yridians and Ferengi; anything they can get for you any cheaper than I can must?ve ?fallen off a truck? I think is the expression you use.? Des chuckled. ?Okay, Hral. When can we expect to rendezvous?? ***later*** Desdemona stood in the cleared out storeroom. It was small, about three meters wide and six deep, but it would suffice. A console would have to be installed, more adequate lighting... perhaps she should speak to the captain before making such renovations to even a small part of his ship. ?Whenever I see him,? she muttered to herself. ?What was that?? Faye, a lounge server and her de facto assistant asked. Faye had a hand-held terminal, and was punching in the inventory of all the supplies they had removed from the room. ?Nothing. Thanks, Faye. I think we?re done here for now.? Faye nodded and scurried back to the kitchen, to set up for that afternoon. Des was teaching a cooking class for some of the servers, and a few of the crew who were interested as well. Although most of the meals were replicated, there were several specialty dishes and drinks that had to be hand-made to do them any justice. Desdemona seemed to delight in serving more and more of these, and the kitchen staff wasn?t quite used to it yet. Des took one last look around the bare space that would soon be her office, and then headed back out to the lounge. *********************** OOC: I?m back from my long, unannounced absence. Reading through the posts waiting for me was a blast. Thanks for keeping Des? name in the mix even though I wasn?t there. :) -- JD __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! Greetings! http://greetings.yahoo.com ********************************************************** USS Vanguard: http://vanguard.iwarp.com Gamma Fleet: http://www.gammafleet.org.uk _Free_Lists: //www.freelists.org **********************************************************