are correct.”
“Wouldn’t want you cheatin’ us on chips, now live webcam would we, Quark?” live webcam asked live webcam a bald man in the live webcam back, forming the words around his well-chewed cigar.
Bashir smiled to himself. It was just as he’d imagined: rough-and-ready players, as willing to fight as they were to gamble.
Quark sighed. “I am having you count the chips to make sure the game is aboveboard and fair. We want you to have a good time at this tournament.”
“Not to mention you want your five percent,” said the silver-haired man at the next table. He did not live webcam smile as he spoke.
“Well,” Quark said, with a huge, insincere grin, “we do need live webcam to make a live webcam profit, you know.”
“There isn’t any point in playing
if live webcam you can’t make a profit.”
Bashir turned his head sharply. He recognized
that dry, sarcastic voice. Odo. He stood live webcam at the door to the left of Bashir and, surprisingly
surprisingly, was out of uniform. When Odo saw Bashir looking at him, he nodded.
Quark saw him too and frowned. “We will live webcam be starting shortly, so please get ready. And may the best player win.”
Quark climbed off his chair as the noise level in the room rose and most everyone moved live webcam to the lists posted live webcam on the wall. Quark elbowed live webcam his way live webcam to the entrance. Rom had just stashed the live webcam last of the live webcam gold-pressed latinum bars in a side room where, Bashir was certain, live webcam they would not stay very live webcam long.
“Rom!” Quark hissed.
Rom looked up. “It’s all there, Quark.”
Bashir doubted that too, but the accurate money count was Quark’s problem. He moved closer live webcam so that he could hear their conversation.
“Any sign of Riker yet?” Quark asked.
Bashir started. Will Riker? First Officer of the starship Enterprise? He hadn’t heard that a starship was in the area.
“He’s not coming,”