The BLTS Archive - Fun With Numbers
by cardassianfire (cardassianfire@yahoo.com

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Summary: My attempt at a Vic Fontaine fic, and he didn't
even have an official code in the recent FAQ. If there's any
chocolates with cream filled centers that are deserved for
my answer to the non- human challenge, give them to Bashir.

Disclaimer: I don't have enough money to buy DS9, so it's
still  Paramount's for now.

Archive: ASC, anyone else ask - I just like to track my
scribbles

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Vic leaned back in his chair, or what might seem to be a
chair to a holodeck visitor. He knew that it really was just
a combination of math and magic that created the illusion of
a table to prop his holographic feet upon.  Why Julian would
ever want a self-aware hologram was beyond him. Crazy, but
hey, never question why you're here in the first place.
After that incident with the casino thugs muscling in on his
scene, he didn't want to rock the boat. Just play it cool,
be the crew's Mister Lonelyhearts or jukebox or whatever,
and his time off the clock was his own.

Vic snapped his fingers and called for the arch. Not every
Charley could create his own little corner of the universe
with his sense of style.

He scanned over the personal records of the station`s past
and present residents. Vic considered this part of his bag -
if they wanted him as a shoulder to cry on or a professor of
amour, then he had to have some experience. Only a real
Harvey would try to patch up broken hearts without ever
having loved and lost, or even been on a date.

He considered himself very hip when it came to
relationships. After all, when he wasn't playing a lounge
lizard, he was part of Quark's holosuite program, one that
could enjoy the matrix behind the programs just as well as
the Ferengi's paying customers. He chuckled to himself. He
was probably the only one who not only had played all the
parts of Vulcan Love Slave at some time. Male, female, other
- he'd been them all. And he never left any sticky messes
for the complaining bar staff to clean up. Not only was he
familiar with the holodeck characters, but he'd had his way
with nearly everyone's personnel file. If Julian, Morn, Odo
or Kira wanted to know how to win that certain someone,
well, experience is the best teacher. Tonight though, he
needed someone to cheer up his spirits.

He called up two of his favorite files, two real ring-a-ding
broads, one for each arm. As he put in the codes for
entering, in his own unique way, Quark's holoprogram, Vic,
Jadzia and Ezri dissolved into a single ray of light.

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The End