DS9: Quark, Dax/f; Rated PG; humor; drabble; Alphabet Series #06; Improbable Pairings Challenge
"Thank the Blessed Exchequer, you've come to your senses!" Quark exclaimed as his mother answered the door. "I knew you'd stop wearing clothes."
"It's nice to see you, too," she said, "but I'm in the middle of something..."
He pushed past her. "I'm not staying. I promised I'd get Nog's favorite tooth sharpener."
"Quark," Ishka blocked his way, her pale, wrinkled flesh draped in folds like an antique party dress, "now's not a good time."
A familiar female voice called out from the bedroom. "Ishka, I'm waiting."
"Jadzia?" Quarked squeaked in disbelief.
Ishka shrugged. "I told you I was busy."