Julian Bashir sat at Quark's bar silently drinking a glass of synthahol. The bar was happy, and there was the occasional exclamation of 'Dabo!' from the Dabo tables.
"Is this seat taken?"
Julian looked up at a young woman. She had an inviting smile painted softly on her face. "No," Julian said smiling back.
She sat down beside him. "So, you're a science or medical officer," She said.
"Oh, yes, I am," He said smiling at her. "I'm actually the chief medical officer on the station."
"Oh, so you're Julian Bashir," The woman said pushing a piece of long auburn hair behind her ear. "It is very nice to meet you. I'm Marcia Towers."
"It is a pleasure," Julian said smiling.
Marcia turned to the bar. Quark walked over. "I'd like a martini extra dry with a twist of lemon," She said.
Quark gave her a strange look, but walked off nonetheless. Julian gave her an impressed look.
"You have quite the knowledge of Earth drinks," He said.
"I always get the feeling that I am living in the wrong time," Mar