Who: Gul Dukat & Elim Garak What: Round 2 When: [dated forward] Some days after his date encounter with Capt. Harkness and Cameron’s medical treatment. Where: Garak’s Shop Rating: Suggestive language and violence Dukat had healed up nicely from his experience with the ill-fated demon but his clothing that Garak had made hadn’t faired as well. However the thought of going to see the tailor had kept him putting it on hold but due to a certain evening his mood had greatly improved, to the point he was willing to see his fellow Cardassian. He picked a causal outfit that had been in the closet, which consisted of a pair of black suit trousers, a ruby-red top that was loose on the neck to allow his ridges room to be displayed and a pair of boots that sharply resembled some used by Starfleet. Finally he pulled on a sinewy leather overcoat as he stood before the mirror near the door. The gul’s lips pulled into a assertive smirk, studying his reflection.
Confident that he was in order he stepped out of the apartment with a bag that held his garments that needed to be mended. He walked with such an air of self-importance, seemingly unfazed by the curious or shocked looks he received as he passed. He was quite use to strange looks; he would gladly take those kind of looks over ones of hatred and suspicion any day. Reaching his destination he eased the door of the shop open, gracefully stepping inside of the doorway just enough to let it closed. His familiar voice addressing the tailor, the usual arrogant tone seeming to somehow increased “Hello Garak…” The gul said giving him a vicious smile that conjured one of the Ferengi rules, Rule 48 the bigger the smile, the sharper the knife “How’s business these days?” He remarked though it was clear he had no good well towards Garak especially with that predatory smile.