Closing Time

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Ok I had this one sitting around for a lil while and finally got around to finishing it. Once again more Trek stuff wtih my lil take on things so some mild redesigns for Ferengi and J'naii. And I promise next one will be cute and obviously crinkly instead of just implied crinkles. Hehe.

It was the end of another day at the Warp Star. Orak stretched as he stood up behind the bar after having double checked the inventory against the automated one that the Club's Computer kept. It was the early hours of the morning and the Warp Star's clientel was mostly gone. Here and there a few stray patrons sat finishing their drinks as servers milled about cleaning up. Hito noticed Orak's pants bulging from the now sodden garment the Ferengi wore beneath them. He'd spent all night helping to man the bar and hadn't stopped for a break. The chair on a track behind the bar rarely seemed to cease in it's movements that night. Hito sighed and smiled as he watched Orak looking over info on his pad about the night's sales and profits. Hito himself had spent the night supervising and assisting staff along with mingling a bit with the clientele. Of course the pronoun He wasn't really correct. J'naii had no gender after all. But few species were similar in that respect. J'naii pronounce often didn't have a translation in the languages of other species and often times other species simply couldn't pronounce them on their own. So Hito had opted to simply use male pronounce as it was often considered the default in Federation Standard. Orak was one of the few who could pronounce the words though. Hito walked up behind Orak and placed his hands on his shoulders.

"I think we had a good night. I noticed a lot of people were sampling Kelgah's dishes." Hito said softly as he gently worked the Ferengi's shoulders, slowly moving up.

"Heh. Yeah it sold pretty well. Guess Klingon food's considered exotic to most of our clients." Orak nodded and leaned back a bit and looked up. "What are you up too?"

"Your neck so far. I'm working my way up to some sensitive targets." Hito whispered with a grin as his hands worked up behind the Ferengi's ears.

"Ahh..." Orak moaned at the sensation of it before stiffening. "H-hito. Now? Here? The staff."

"Well why don't we take this up to our quarters then hmm?" Hito asked gently running a finger along the top of one of Orak's ears. "Besides I think your just a little ways away from a containment breach."

"Huh? Oh! I completely forgot." Orak blushed ears perking up in surprise for a moment as he looked down at himself and noticed how at capacity his 'garment' was. He only ever let Hito call it what it was. "We still have to close up though."

"Oh come now. It's practically closed. We can let Mezix close up. He's responsible." Hito said as he ran a hand along the back of Orak's head.

"I guess your right." Orak relented with a contented sigh as he clipped his pad to his pants. "Mezix! Hito and me are heading out. Your in charge to close up."

"Huh? Oh! Yes sir! R-right on it!" Stammered a youngish Talaxian only marginally taller than Orak was.

With that the couple left their establishment and began heading down the walk of the pramanod. It reminded Orak vaguely of DS9. But this station was purely Federation in Design and easily twice as large. It had been where Orak and Hito had first met and it was what gave them the inspiration for their business which now thrived as the beating heart of the station's night life. It received all kinds. Federation and Delta Quadrant locals. While Orak and Hito may seem the strange couple to some their often not given a second glance among the diverse population of the station. Orak Reached up and wrapped an arm around Hito's waist as they walked resting his head in his side. Hito smiled and returned the gesture with an arm around his shoulder. The evening was done. Closing Time had come and now the final hours before the station's Morning were theirs. While both were tired the wee hours of the morning would almost while away as the couple found their quarters. Sleep would not find them until dawn they could not stirr until well into the afternoon.

Well hope you guys liked the pic and the lil story. ^^

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