"Quark, you slimy troll, you get away from her!" Kira shouted. "Relax, Major. Contrary to popular belief, I *do* have an honest establishment here." "It's alright," the young woman sitting at the bar said, "I'm just renting a holosuite program." "How much is he asking for," Kira said, not impressed. "A fair price. It's none of your business anyway!" The woman said. Kira cocked an eyebrow. "I don't know who you are, but I have the run of the station around here, and everyone's business becomes my business. Especially in this bar. Now I'm telling you, try to spurn me off again, and I'll call security. I don't trust anyone who quietly deals with him." "She's not joking," Quark said, "Her boyfriend's the hea- Alright! I'm leaving!" The woman at the bar turned to face the Major. The pair paused, sizing each other up. Kira noticed the ridges on the stranger's forehead. A hybrid - she assumed - they weren't as pronounced. Finally the part-klingon stood up. "I don't take orders from anyone," she said in a low voice and held a glass threateningly. "And I don't put up with empty threats," Kira cooly responded. B'Elanna threw the glass, shattering it against the wall, then smiled. "B'Elanna Torres," she said. "Kira Nerys." "Care to join my program?" "I- I hate holosuites." "Fine. Join me in my quarters then? A real sparring partner beats photons and forcefields any day. "See you there." ** Kira presses the panel next to the door to her new friend's quarters. Inside, the door chimed. "Come," B'Elanna called. Kira walked in without hesitation. Immediately, B'Elanna through a bat'leth at her. Kira caught it with unmistakable grace. "I'm afraid I've never fought klingon-style before." "Hand-to-hand?" In response, Kira launched herself at B'Elanna. B'Elanna stumbled back, but pushed Kira off of her in an attempt to flip her over. Kira caught her wrist and shielded herself against the attack. They moved across the room, jabbing, parrying, kicking... Finally B'Elanna grabbed Kira and threw her back. Kira fell on the table, knocking over a half-full cup of raktajino. The thick drink spilled, staining Kira's exercise clothes. Kira slipped off the glass table and landed on the floor with a grunt, sending B'Elanna into peals of laughter. "Why you-" Kira jumped, sending the two of them to the floor. B'Elanna was pinned under the slightly smaller (B'Elanna must have underestimated her for her size) Kira, who had a relentless grip on B'Elanna's neck. "Alright, alright," B'Elanna choked. Kira was unrelenting. "Are you crazy?" The klingon was rasping, trying to breathe. Using the last of her strength, she pushed herself into a sitting position, then leaned forward and kissed her sparring partner. Caught by surprise, Kira loosened her grip and B'Elanna squirmed out. The pair sat across from each other on the floor, panting. "You fight dirty," Kira said. "What? Is that some innuendo?" B'Elanna laughed breathlessly. "Not funny." "You tasted like raktajino." "Still not funny." "Rematch?" Kira's eyes glinted.
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"Relax, Major. Contrary to popular belief, I *do* have an honest establishment here."
"It's alright," the young woman sitting at the bar said, "I'm just renting a holosuite program."
"How much is he asking for," Kira said, not impressed.
"A fair price. It's none of your business anyway!" The woman said.
Kira cocked an eyebrow.
"I don't know who you are, but I have the run of the station around here, and everyone's business becomes my business. Especially in this bar. Now I'm telling you, try to spurn me off again, and I'll call security. I don't trust anyone who quietly deals with him."
"She's not joking," Quark said, "Her boyfriend's the hea- Alright! I'm leaving!"
The woman at the bar turned to face the Major. The pair paused, sizing each other up. Kira noticed the ridges on the stranger's forehead. A hybrid - she assumed - they weren't as pronounced. Finally the part-klingon stood up.
"I don't take orders from anyone," she said in a low voice and held a glass threateningly.
"And I don't put up with empty threats," Kira cooly responded. B'Elanna threw the glass, shattering it against the wall, then smiled.
"B'Elanna Torres," she said.
"Kira Nerys."
"Care to join my program?"
"I- I hate holosuites."
"Fine. Join me in my quarters then? A real sparring partner beats photons and forcefields any day.
"See you there."
**
Kira presses the panel next to the door to her new friend's quarters. Inside, the door chimed.
"Come," B'Elanna called. Kira walked in without hesitation. Immediately, B'Elanna through a bat'leth at her. Kira caught it with unmistakable grace.
"I'm afraid I've never fought klingon-style before."
"Hand-to-hand?" In response, Kira launched herself at B'Elanna. B'Elanna stumbled back, but pushed Kira off of her in an attempt to flip her over. Kira caught her wrist and shielded herself against the attack. They moved across the room, jabbing, parrying, kicking...
Finally B'Elanna grabbed Kira and threw her back. Kira fell on the table, knocking over a half-full cup of raktajino. The thick drink spilled, staining Kira's exercise clothes. Kira slipped off the glass table and landed on the floor with a grunt, sending B'Elanna into peals of laughter.
"Why you-" Kira jumped, sending the two of them to the floor. B'Elanna was pinned under the slightly smaller (B'Elanna must have underestimated her for her size) Kira, who had a relentless grip on B'Elanna's neck.
"Alright, alright," B'Elanna choked. Kira was unrelenting.
"Are you crazy?" The klingon was rasping, trying to breathe. Using the last of her strength, she pushed herself into a sitting position, then leaned forward and kissed her sparring partner. Caught by surprise, Kira loosened her grip and B'Elanna squirmed out.
The pair sat across from each other on the floor, panting.
"You fight dirty," Kira said.
"What? Is that some innuendo?" B'Elanna laughed breathlessly.
"Not funny."
"You tasted like raktajino."
"Still not funny."
"Rematch?"
Kira's eyes glinted.