07-09-2017, 08:15 PM
Ozal's breath caught in his throat as the two beastly ladies stared him down. The ice cream scoop nearly feel from his fingers, but he composed himself as his brain flipped into finesse mode. "Ladies, ladies!" He brought both hands up in a display of apology, his tone oily and assuaging. "I surely meant no harm to such wonderful fe-males as yourselves. But, the truth is...my entire livelihood was stolen from me!"
They leaned in together, still rather negatively disposed. But they were interested. "Stolen?" They said in unison.
Ozal jabbed with the ice cram scoop. "Yes! Stolen! My bar, my house, and my entire life! Repossessed by the Empire! I was cast out to sea in a small rowboat (that I had cleverly concealed from discovery), to float upon the waves at the mercy of the ocean." Arms waving, lips flapping, the Ferengi put his best storytelling skills to the test, theatrically removing his hat at several points during a long, interesting, and not-entirely-fabricated tale about his adventures on the high seas since his deposition from Windfall Island.
He told them of the Great Green Gookamook of the Southern Archipeligo, and how he'd bravely put the beast to sleep with his cooking. He told them of the Dread Pirate Tenbones and his crew of demons that took the souls of lost sailors to hell, and how he'd had to feed them exiquisite meals made from tormented souls! Ozal's escape was both clever and profitable, making off with the demon vessel's enchanted spyglass and living to finally land his dinghy on the shores of Costa del Sol. "And that's how I funded my ice cream business!" He finished proudly, desperately hoping his magic tongue had swayed them.
They no longer had frowns on their faces, and he could tell they didn't completely buy it, but the cat and the alligator were now decidedly more positive. "So you see, ladies? I had no way of making it...and for that, I am truly sorry." He reached into his grass knit wallet, and produced a small fold of faded bills. "Here. As a token of apology, my last 30 Ozallars. Good at any Ozal-Porium establishment in Costa del Sol.
A winning smile and the paper money had put the lid on this particular social kerfuffle. The sly ferengi had navigated himself out of one of the most dangerous traps in the universe: the female heart.
They leaned in together, still rather negatively disposed. But they were interested. "Stolen?" They said in unison.
Ozal jabbed with the ice cram scoop. "Yes! Stolen! My bar, my house, and my entire life! Repossessed by the Empire! I was cast out to sea in a small rowboat (that I had cleverly concealed from discovery), to float upon the waves at the mercy of the ocean." Arms waving, lips flapping, the Ferengi put his best storytelling skills to the test, theatrically removing his hat at several points during a long, interesting, and not-entirely-fabricated tale about his adventures on the high seas since his deposition from Windfall Island.
He told them of the Great Green Gookamook of the Southern Archipeligo, and how he'd bravely put the beast to sleep with his cooking. He told them of the Dread Pirate Tenbones and his crew of demons that took the souls of lost sailors to hell, and how he'd had to feed them exiquisite meals made from tormented souls! Ozal's escape was both clever and profitable, making off with the demon vessel's enchanted spyglass and living to finally land his dinghy on the shores of Costa del Sol. "And that's how I funded my ice cream business!" He finished proudly, desperately hoping his magic tongue had swayed them.
They no longer had frowns on their faces, and he could tell they didn't completely buy it, but the cat and the alligator were now decidedly more positive. "So you see, ladies? I had no way of making it...and for that, I am truly sorry." He reached into his grass knit wallet, and produced a small fold of faded bills. "Here. As a token of apology, my last 30 Ozallars. Good at any Ozal-Porium establishment in Costa del Sol.
A winning smile and the paper money had put the lid on this particular social kerfuffle. The sly ferengi had navigated himself out of one of the most dangerous traps in the universe: the female heart.
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