Chapter Twenty-Nine: How To Seduce A Psychopath

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Dax had seen Drex enter the cabana area of the resort and was deliberately trying to ignore him. The act was a gamble, but it would better suit her purpose if he fell for it. Arandis knew the drill, if Dax could be seen as acting like a Human-Supremest in front of one of Christian's group or directly snubbing Drex, then she would have a better chance of entering the inner circle of Purity.

Ro had been able to learn from connections of her own that the man now calling himself Janus Christian was the son of a woman named Michaela Tanner and legally named Janus Tanner. The mother had never given a name for her son's father, but she had known the original Janus Christian. Despite obvious cosmetic alterations it was the same man that Dax and Ro had met at the Purity meeting the day before.

From records of Janus Tanner's voice Starfleet Intelligence had also been able to confirm that it was indeed he who had recorded the message that had been sent out to the media.

Drex twice held up a hand to signal her for a refill of his drink while she busily tended to the human customers instead. Arandis took the third raise of Drex's hand as her cue. When Dax stood right in front of Drex, Adandis grabbed her by the shoulder and took her to Drex. "Nichole, this gentelman wants a drink."

"So dose everyone else around here, Ma'am." Dax said with as much contempt as possible.

"I've just about had it with your atittude." Arandis told Dax.

"So what do you want?" Dax snapped at Drex.

"That's it Nichole," said Arandis," you are done here."

At this Dax upended her tray into Drex's lap. "Fine, let the Slug Lover get his own drink." Then she stormed out of the resort all together.

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Dax's next stop after leaving the resort was the same bar where the Purity meeting had been held. She sat down at a corner table ordered a human drink called a Slow Comfortable Screw1 and downed a gulp. The anti-intoxicants she had taken before leaving her and Ro's apartment would handle the Vodka, Slow Gin and Southern Comfort sipping whisky. As for the taste, at least it didn't wriggle like qagh.2

Then she waited...

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1. This drink really does exist. I know of at least one sailor who loved to order it form female bartenders just to see if they'd slap him.

2. Ezri Dax's dislike of Klingon food has it's humor.

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