The gul’s mood had taken quite a nosedive of late. He loathed the thought he was being used for some invisible forces’ amusement; he was Gul Dukat the ruler of all Cardassia! It just got under his skin that they would blatantly disregard all the toll he had gone through to get to his station in life and kidnap him not once but twice. If anyone was going to get under anyone’s skin that should be him!
Dukat had also decided on civilian garments for his evening among the human multitude, consisting of a pair of dark gray suit slacks and deep blood red long-sleeve top that allowed his length scaled and ridged neck to protrude out without it trying to strangle him. It all looked quite well on his ashen willowy frame. Physically he was rather good-looking with his slick black hair, attractive blue eyes and an appealing slim body though there was something rather serpentine about him that made the ancient mammal instinct scream ‘Danger!’
The Cardassian made his way up to the bar, his blue gaze swiping across the barroom with little interest until the puzzled bartender came over to him. “What will you have?” the bartender inquired the alien. Dukat almost ordered kanar before recalling that it wasn’t found on planet. He bit his lower lip in thought as he considered the human liquor beverages that he had tried before once more addressing the man “What is that clear liquor called?” The man arched a brow while answering his question “Ah… vodka?” Dukat nodded his dark-haired head, pointing at him to emphasis he was right on his answer “Vodka it is.”
Gul Dukat let his attention sweep across the right while he awaited for his shots, landing right on a conflict brewing between the blonde female and the not-so-subtle admirer. He observed them with a faint amused smirk, anticipating the woman’s lessen of manners in a form of a punch but disappointingly the guards took him away. He turned back to the bar in time to see his drink delivered to him. His gray digits wrapped around the small shotglass and threw it to the back of his throat, the burning sensation making him sneer. Gingerly he lifted the next when Zinda sat next to him, voicing her displeasure at how she was treated “Too bad they didn’t allow you to teach him the error of his ways…” he remarked back to her words, smirking from behind his glass mischievously before downing the second shot.