Bolian Tonic Water

Deep space nine can be unsavoury at times for a Cardassian like myself because of it's necessary transient and ever changing nature. It is undoubtedly one of the busiest ports within the quadrant.

There are precious little moments of stillness or quietness at the station; especially within the confines of Quarks bar, where it can be quite claustrophobic at times. Cardassians prefer consistancy, permanance and order and these are always demonstrated in our literature. I am re-reading the Cardassian repetitive epic "The Never Ending Sacrifice" which is a soothing read after a bustling day on the Promenade.

For those that are enroute to quieter destinations, I have observed that it can be quite an unproductive collection of moments when waiting for transport. Some of these moments are fortunately spent in my humble establishment where far too much latinum is spent and often done on a whim.

I had an interesting conversation with Odo today about the transient life on this station. I asked him how he managed to live such an orderly life in such a chaotic environment.

"I make sure that my routine is strictly observed on a daily basis.". The constable then added gruffly " If anyone tries to deflect me from my routine - I certainly let them know about it".

"You are well known for your meticulous routine." I replied and remembered with some amusement. "I have noticed that the Bolian restaurant owner now sets her opening hours to your routine."

Odo's eternal curiosity became piqued and he leaned forward. "Does she now? When does her restaurant open?"

"It is always when you go off duty - when you revert into your liquid state.". I had been slightly curious myself as to the Bolian's timing. "But it is in the early evening when you might expect a restaurant to open." I countered.

Odo started out of the security office and I followed - curious as to where this investigation would lead. He was heading directly toward the restaurant in question.

"Two Bajoran monks were severly affected by food poisoning at the restaurant last week. While they were in Dr Bashir's care it just happened that numerous valuables - mostly of religious value were stolen from the promenade temple.".

Odo reacted to me as I suddenly stopped in mid-step. "I had a large helping of Bolian tomato soup last week. It was a little more acidic than I would normally like, but pleasant none the less. Could I have been affected by this food poisoning Odo?"

"I doubt it; only these monks were affected according to Dr Bahir's medical logs." replied Odo.

We approached Lysia Arlin - the female Bolian who I recognised to be the object of the constable’s attention.

"Didn't Lysia used to have a romantic interest in you constable?" I asked.

"Only from the point of view of leutenant Dax and you know her reputation for romantic gossip. She once tried matchmaking a Breen with a Klingon that had some unfortunate consequences. And this was some time ago when she used to run the Jumja kiosk." Odo said this in a dismissive manner, clearly wanting to close the subject as rapidly as possible.

As we approached Lysia she welcomed Odo with gusto. "Hello constable. How delightful for you to visit me! Would you like to dine? Or some Bolian tonic water perhaps?". She seemed to be over zealous to be the perfect host to Odo. She then addresed me more curtly. "Mr Garak; a fellow promenade merchant. Greetings to you."

Odo, predictable as ever, was straight to the point. "Lysia, you should remember by now that I don't eat or drink and have never done so. Where were you four nights ago at 21:00 hours? Can anyone vouch for your whereabouts then?"

Lysia appeared to ignore his question and continued to play host and addressed me instead. "Mr Garak – surely a table for you. The house special is certainly recommended for the Cardassian palat." She punctuated her point by handing me a menu.

I smiled in return and noticed a curious feature of her now revealed bracelet. "I spend far too much of my life in eating out these days, so no thank you." and without a beat added "What a fascinating piece of jewelry you have. An expensive looking Bajoran gem stone set in Bolian silver. May I see?"

She instantly withdrew her hand, but not before Odo's sharp eyes had taken in the details. "That gemstone appears to be exactly the same configuration as was the stone taken from the temple recently. I'd be interested to talk about where you found this one. If you don't mind I think you should come down to the security office."

"But my customers! How shall I...". Lysia's normally blue face had gone some shades whiter.

"Don't worry!" I lied. "I have had some experience in the catering business. I will look after your business in the meantime."

And as constable Odo led her away I gave her a small bottle from a nearby table. I smiled as she took it. "Bolian tonic water to steady your nerves - you may just find it useful."