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[Kirk had only arrived onto DS9 in the last few hours and already he was totally lost. He was trying to find his way on a space station that he'd been pulled into by some unknown anomaly. Also, this wasn't his time. This was the future.
He'd met a friendly young Lieutenant, who was a Trill, by the name of Ezri Dax. She had been most pleasant with him when he had materialised onto the Promenade in a blinding white flash. Now, he had somehow arranged to have dinner with the young Trill in an effort to get to know her and find out more about where he was. Of course, it was mostly about getting to know the young pretty girl. Kirk made his way to a bar called "Quark's" and settled down at an empty table. This was the right way to do things here in the future, right? The young Lieutenant would surely see that the man was out of his time.]
He'd met a friendly young Lieutenant, who was a Trill, by the name of Ezri Dax. She had been most pleasant with him when he had materialised onto the Promenade in a blinding white flash. Now, he had somehow arranged to have dinner with the young Trill in an effort to get to know her and find out more about where he was. Of course, it was mostly about getting to know the young pretty girl. Kirk made his way to a bar called "Quark's" and settled down at an empty table. This was the right way to do things here in the future, right? The young Lieutenant would surely see that the man was out of his time.]
