Garak and the Jack Pack
Want to thank
for giving me the idea and motivation; this is the first fic I’ve posted and finished in quite a while. Also gonna tag
and
since their DS9-related posts are what helped lead me to this (if there’s a DS9-related Discord I should join, let me know); note that I’m not much of a shipper (and I’m ace), so I wasn’t quite sure how to approach the Bashir/Garak relationship; I just left it in the background (and the lizard man t-shirt).
“Oh, Doctor. There you are, and I….see you’ve brought company!” As he could see, Dr. Bashir was heading for the Replimat for his typical luncheon with him, only four other people were crowded around him. A skinny man with a mustache, a stocky older man with a timid expression, a rather gregarious-looking woman, and another woman who looked rather distant. “Oh, hello Garak. I’d like to apologize for being a bit late.”