This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places and incidents are either 
products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to 
actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.   
 
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"Silly Frolic" copyright (c) 1996 by Sophie Massé - PG-13            
 
Note 1)  This is a piece of pure silliness.  Don't look for a plot! 
 
~~~ 
 
The party had been excruciatingly long.  Not that anyone minded; the attendees 
were too busy getting drunk or laughing their heads off.  After the stress of the last 
few months' events had begun to show strain on the station's occupants, Sisko had 
taken it upon himself to decree the following two days as holidays.  Barely three 
minutes after the statement had been announced, Dax, O'Brien and Kira had begun 
preparations for a huge bash.  Real alcohol was acquired through the ever reliable 
Quark, who agreed to supply anything the crew wanted as long as Odo didn't ask 
where it came from.  After an hour or so of convincing, the Changeling had 
relented.  It had taken the crew an hour more to persuade him to attend the party. 
    
And now here they were, drunk, happy, thoughts of Klingons or Jem H'Adars a 
mile away.  It was a very unprofessional scene, but everybody couldn't have cared 
less at this point. 
 
In a corner of the large bay area where the celebration was held, Dax was laughing 
madly, clutching Julian's shoulder as she ducked forward.  "You ..." she laughed 
again, nearly spilling her Romulan ale.  "You did that?!  You're pulling my leg!" 
 
Julian, no less inebriated, leaned back as Dax's weight began to push him to the 
floor.  "I'm not pulling your leg," he said, trying to look serious and failing 
miserably.  He held up his hands and looked at them with exaggerated attention.  
"See?"   
 
Dax shook her head and leaned across the wall.  "Oh this was a great idea," she 
said, looking at the joyous mass of people.  "How come we didn't think of this 
sooner?" 
 
Julian took a minute or two to think about it, then shrugged.  "I dunno.  Probably 
too busy with more important stuff ... like making the station run properly." 
 
Dax turned to him, her look incredulous.  "Silly Julian," she said with a sudden 
laugh.  "A station can't run, it has no legs!" 
 
Julian snorted, rolling his eyes.  "Oh that was terrible." 
 
She shrugged, and made her way waveringly through the crowd.  "I'm gonna get 
myself more ale," she singsonged, her hips beginning to sway with the rhythm of 
"Blue Moon". 
 
Julian smiled after her, and realized his own hands were empty.  *Time to refuel*, 
he thought to himself, and pushed forward.  The momentum caused a wave of 
dizziness, and he quickly resettled against the wall.  *As soon as I can walk,* he 
thought, and laughed at himself.    
 
"Get away from me!" Garak cried, nearly jogging past Julian.  Behind him, Ziyal 
was giggling like a school child.  
 
Julian stepped in, a parody of a serious look on his face.  "What seems to be the 
problem here?" he asked, feeling like a security officer.  He tried to stifle the giggle 
the image caused, and turned to Garak.  As intoxicated as any, Garak caught his 
breath and pointed at Ziyal.  "She won't leave me alone!"  He cuddled to Julian and 
clutched his shoulders.  "Save me." 
 
Julian glared at Ziyal, a tint of real anger in his eyes.  "This true young lady?" 
 
Ziyal rolled her eyes.  "Oh please ..." 
 
Julian leaned in, sniffed the air, and recoiled in shock.  "You've been drinking!!!  
Young lady, you're grounded!" 
 
Garak snorted, then laughed out loud.   
 
"Can't I talk to him?" she growled, pointing at Garak.  Julian turned to the 
Cardassian and enlaced his arms around him.   
 
"No.  He's mine."  Both Garak and Ziyal gaped at him.  He shrugged and waved at 
her.  "Well?  Nothing for you here.  Go on.  I think I saw Jake somewhere around 
here."   
 
She was still gaping at the doctor, her features crumpled in annoyance and surprise.  
"He's not *yours*," she retorted petulantly.   
 
Garak got into the act and tightened his embrace.  "Oh yes I am.  I'm utterly his; my 
heart, my body, my soul, my ..." he paused and giggled.  "Oh I won't say it, you're 
too young." 
 
She huffed.  "How can you *say* that!?  He's ... he's ..." she waved at the doctor, 
who was frowning and nodding in mock attention. 
 
Garak stared at Julian, mooning over the Human with a touch of genuine 
admiration.  "What?  Beautiful?  Cunning?  Smart?  Sexy?" 
 
"Human!" she blurted out. 
 
Garak rolled his eyes.  "Duh." 
 
Julian pulled out of Garak's embrace and folded his arms.  "And what if I am?  
What difference does it make?" 
 
She curled her lips.  "Humans and Cardassians don't mix well." 
 
He tapped his head.  "Of course!  How silly of me!  And of course both Garak and I 
represent the whole Cardassian and Human population!  And tell me this, little 
girl," he sneered, "what about Cardassians and Bajorans?  I don't see *that* as a 
likely mixture, and yet," he waved at the ridges covering the bridge of her nose. 
 
Outrage washed over her face and she took a step forward.  Julian laughed and 
took a step toward Garak.  "Sorry, I'm already taken." 
 
"Why you--" 
 
Garak widened his eyes.  "Watch your tongue young lady!" 
 
"Stop calling me that!  I'm not a little girl, I've lived in a--" 
 
"Prisoner of war labor camp," Garak mimicked, swaying his head from side to side.  
"Poor little girl," he said, then laughed again.  "Why don't you go play the martyr 
with kids your own age Tora?  The doctor and I have adults things to do," he 
grinned, wagging his eyeridges at Julian. 
 
"-Very- adult things," Julian agreed with a sly grin.           
 
She stared at them for a moment more, than swiveled on her heel.  She violently 
elbowed her way through the crowd, heedless of the colorful epitaphs thrown at 
her. 
 
Giggling, Garak pulled back.  "Thank you Doctor, I thought I'd never get rid of her.  
That was quite a performance." 
 
Julian grabbed the tailor's lapels and forced him back to him.  "Who said anything 
about a performance?" he whispered huskily, allowing the tailor only a second to 
gape in surprise before he closed his lips over his.  "In Every Beat of my Heart" 
rose smoothly inside the bay, and people simmered down, coming together in 
languid dance.  Breathing heavily, Julian parted enough for his voice to be heard.  
"Want to dance with me Garak?" 
 
Garak closed his eyes and his fingers dug insistently into Julian's shoulders.  "Not 
now.  Please, let's go back to your quarters ..." 
 
"Are you sure?" he asked, focusing dark brown eyes on the tailor.  "We're pretty 
bombed ... you sure you won't regret it tomorrow ...?" 
 
Garak laughed unexpectedly and pulled the young man against his chest.  "Regret?  
Never.  I just wasn't you sure you were being serious." 
 
"Oh I was being serious," Julian nodded.  His hand quietly slid down the tailor's 
tunic and slithered beneath the long overcoat.  His hand touched skin, cool and 
textured.  Garak stifled a groan inside Julian's mouth, and his hand grasped the 
Human's.  "Quarters," he said firmly.  "Or else you'll have to explain to these 
people why you have a Cardassian moaning at your feet." 
 
A wicked glint shone in Julian's eyes.   
 
"Don't be getting ideas," Garak warned, and tugged Julian through the crowd.  
They came across Dax and Kira, both in the process of howling like wild animals.  
The two men stopped, tilting their head with a smile of wonder.  The Bajoran 
paused, laughed and elbowed Dax to stop.  The Trill's howl broke, and she looked 
up.  Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle a laugh.  "The Major and I were just ..." 
she snorted, glancing at Kira who was bent at the waist chortling.  "We were 
imitating the mating cries of Cardassian gettle," she explained, a flush darkening 
her spots. 
 
Garak burst out laughing.  "Nice try, but I believe gettle sounds more like this ..." 
he cleared his throat and let out a fabulous howl, loud enough to attract stares.  
Both Dax and Kira gasped, amazed at the power his voice had radiated.  Finally, 
Dax shook her head.   
 
"Wow." 
 
Julian nodded.  "Wow is right.  Lessee if you can go louder," he insisted, pulling 
him toward the exit.  "I'll see you two tomorrow," he said over his shoulder.  Garak 
cocked his head at the two women and smiled ingratiatingly.  
 
"Ladies."   
 
Dax and Kira watched them go, noting the hurried pace.  Kira elbowed her friend 
and whispered, "Whaddya think they're gonna do?" 
 
Dax's lips twitched.  She looked at Kira just as the Bajoran turned to her, and both 
erupted in a shattering mating howl, one which broke with uncontrollable laughter.  
 
 
Kira was still wailing when a light touch on her shoulder caused her to start.  
"Sorry," Ziyal said.  "But I wanted to ask you both if you'd seen Garak around." 
 
The Trill glanced at Kira knowingly, and promptly frowned with mock confusion.  
"That's a good question.  Nerys, have *you* seen the good tailor around?" 
 
"Hmmm," Kira mused, her fist to her chin as she pondered the matter.  "Wasn't he 
kissing Julian just a moment ago?" 
 
"No no no, that was a long time ago.  Didn't they dance after?" 
 
She snapped her fingers.  "Lambada!"  
 
"No no, they did *something* else I'm sure." 
 
"Beside the obvious of course, which I believe is what they're doing right now." 
 
Dax nodded and turned to Ziyal.  "I believe Garak is fucking Julian right now, but I 
think if you wait a day or two, he'll be only too happy to talk to you."  She covered 
her mouth.  "Oops!  Was 'fuck' a bad word for you?  Perhaps I should say ... 
'frolic'!" 
 
"No no no," Kira shook her head.  "When Garak and Bashir come together it's more 
of a 'mating' thing." 
 
They looked at each other again with a twitching smile, and howled anew.  Ziyal 
sighed and walked away from the two obviously mad women. 
 
~~~ 
 
"Respect you in the morning?"  Garak laughed, echoing the strange expression 
Julian had said half-jokingly.  "Of course I will!" 
 
Julian chuckled and pulled the Cardassian over him, kissing him lightly along the 
jaw scales.  "Did you mean all the beautiful things you said about me?" he asked 
hoarsely.  "In front of Ziyal?" 
 
"Of course I did," Garak said, nuzzling against the bend of the Human's neck, 
breathing in the musky scent.  "My dear Julian, you mean everything to me."   
 
"Glad to hear it," Julian grinned, leaning into Garak's arms.  "So ... where were 
we?" 
 
Garak grinned wickedly and leaned forward.  "I believe I was just about to display 
my loathing of Starfleet's insidious uniforms." 
 
"Oh?  And what did you plan to do about it?" 
 
Garak licked his lips.  "Would you mind terribly if I ripped it open?  Carefully 
undoing the clasps seems like such a waste of precious time ..."  
 
Julian laughed and both fell to the floor in a tangle of lustful bodies. 
 
~~~ 
 
Ziyal folded her arms tightly against her chest, looking at the cheerful mass of 
people morosely.  "Stupid party.  Stupid Humans and stupid Julian." 
 
Beside her Worf tightened his hand around his prune juice.  "Stupid party," he 
rumbled.  "Stupid Humans and stupid Kira." 
 
"I want Garak!" she cried. 
 
"I want Dax," he growled. 
 
They both frowned and looked at each other.  After a moment, the girl smiled and 
offered her hand.  "Hello.  I'm Ziyal." 
 
"I am Worf," he thundered, taking the tiny hand in his.  "I am a Klingon." 
 
"So I gathered," she cooed.  She approached him and smiled slyly.  "What's say you 
and I go somewhere private?" 
 
"You are bold," he stated appreciatively.  She shrugged.  
 
"I have a thing for ridges." 
 
He nodded.  "I have ridges."  She looked expectantly at him, and he added a small, 
"Oh."   
 
"Let's go," she smiled and took his hand.   
 
As they were about to leave the bay, Odo came around them and snapped cuffs 
around Worf's wrists.  "I'm sorry Lieutenant, but what you were about to do with 
her is illegal in about four hundred solar systems.  Ziyal is a minor, you should 
have known better." 
 
"This is ridiculous!" Worf boomed.  "That's hardly a concrete charge!  I haven't 
done anything yet!" 
 
"Think what you will," Odo said gruffly as he gestured to his fellow officers.  "You 
are still guilty.  I'll see to it you're transferred to another post first thing in the 
morning.  For now, keep him in the brig," he instructed to his security team.  They 
nodded and escorted the outraged officer out of the bay.  Odo looked down at Ziyal 
and sniffed contemptuously before joining Dax and Kira. 
 
Snubbed, Ziyal finally relented and disappeared from the party. 
 
"Where'd Ziyal go?" Kira frowned.  
 
"Probably off sulking with her teddy bear," Odo snorted.   
 
Dax leaned in with a confidential smile.  "So Odo, did you *really* have a valid 
excuse for sending Worf to the brig?" 
 
Odo couldn't hide his smile.  "No, not really." 
 
The sound of laughter echoed in the large room, and without Ziyal or Worf to 
hinder the mood, people *really* began to have fun.   
 
The next day everyone found themselves nursing a terrible hangover ... everyone 
except for the two lovers cuddled warmly against one another in the doctor's 
quarters, a sated smile on their lips.     
 
THE END 
 
Hey, I *warned* you this was a piece of silliness!