Garak certainly had better things to do than sitting in Damar's office and listen to his not-so-sober babble. He had clothings to finish, he had to check back with Odo, and finally, he had a reservation for a table in Quark's, for the brand new Cardassian buffet. However, he didn't do any of these more appealing things. He sat in Damar's office and listened to the not-so-sober babble of the acting commander. And compared to him, the Vorta was pleasant company - at least he wasn't drunk.
"And onse se Rommolans surennndered... We can focusss the attags on earth..." Damar's plans had no merit at all. They didn't even make sense. Though most circled around the scenario of Romulus having surrended to Cardassia, really nothing had indicated why the Romulans would surrender in the first place. "Wouldn't it be much easier if Romulus didn't surrender, but join the Dominion?" Weyoun tried to bring any form of structure into Damar's babble. "Why wouldi want more of these... these... pointy ears as alliesss? Sere are alreaddy enouss of them in the Dom... Dum... Duminiun..." "But it would save resources, and we are still in no position to..." An empty Kanar bottle flew in Weyoun's direction, but missed him, hit the wall instead and broke. The Vorta quickly seeked shelter behind a chair, next to Garak. "Can't you talk to him?" he whispered. Garak just shrugged. "I tried. But as you see, I couldn't convince him of anything either." Another bottle went flying towards Weyoun, this time missing him only slighty.
"Stop whisbering!" Damar took his feet from the desk, probably to get up, but then decided against it. "I apologize, commander", Weyoun said, sarcasm shrouding the small effort to sound sincere. "I always forget not everyone has my perfect sense of hearing." "OUT!" Damar had managed it to stand up, shaky, but he was standing. And he had a full bottle in his hand this time. Seeing his target practise had gotten slightly better from bottle to bottle, this was red alert for Weyoun. "OUT I SAID!" Damar yelled, and the Vorta found it a very good time to obey. He slipped to the door and out to ops, and leaned on the wall, taking a deep breath. This wasn't good. Not at all. The Fouder back on Cardassia probably had no idea what was going on here. He had to do something before things would get completely out of control. Before Damar would really order an attack.
The door opened again, and Garak left the office. Weyoun quickly checked. The tailor wasn't bleeding, and his clothes were still dry. That meant Damar had either missed with the bottle, or not thrown it at him. "Gul Garak!" he addressed him, as Garak went down the stairs, towards the turbo lift. The Cardassian stopped, an amused smile playing on his face, but he didn't turn around. Within seconds, Weyoun was with him. "Can we talk?" Now Garak looked down to him. "I have a reservation for the buffet at Quark's. If one good thing came out of this takeover, it was certainly the revival of Cardassian cuisine. And since Dr. Bashir isn't on the station..." he shrugged. "I think you will do as a lunch partner." Someone seriously calling me Gul just has to be entertaining, he added in his thoughts.
It was the best table. Not for the majority of the station's inhabitans, but certainly for Garak. The table was sheltered from curious eyes and ears from three sides, and still gave him a perfect view on the rest of the bar. "You see", he smiled and took a seat. "This is as good as 'in private'. We can enjoy the excellent cuisine and discuss... the more delicate matters." Weyoun's face showed no reaction at all. For a moment, Garak even thought the Vorta felt insulted. "You can enjoy the cuisine", he replied sharply. "I certainly don't enjoy anything at the moment."
"Except for Kanar", Quark, who had shown up to take the orders, grinned. Weyoun just gave him a cold glance and took a seat. "Anything wrong?" the Ferengi asked. "Everything", Weyoun corrected him. "It appears we have a lot to talk about", Garak said thoughtfully. He looked up to Quark, now smiling. "Bring me the entire menu. I have a good feeling this lunch will not end with a call to the infirmary before the dessert."
"I need to get a message out to Cardassia", Weyoun said, watching Garak seriously. "Sure, why not?" the Cardassian nodded. "You don't understand. Damar locked me out of all communications." The Vorta looked concerned. "And I'm afraid he is about to do something really really stupid." "Like what?" Garak tried to read behind the unstate blue eyes of his lunch partner, but couldn't pinpoint the nature of his real concern. "He will claim that Bajor joined the Dominion, and when he does, the Founder will order the Jem'Hadar to come through the wormhole. He listens to Damar. And you know as well as I do what it means." Garak nodded. "It means that the Dominion unknowingly breaks the non aggression pact with Bajor." Weyoun sighed. "Exactly. It means that the Romulans will not consider a treaty anymore, and in the long run, the alpha quadrant will not find order in the Dominion, but fall into complete chaos." "I admit you surprise me", Garak said. "I would have thought you'd be pleased to finally get the Jem'Hadar troops here. They will outnumber any fleet the Federation, Klingons or Romulans could get together at the moment, and likely end the war." "But at what price?" Weyoun stared at the table. "Millions will die. Millions on both sides. The Dominion will stand there as a liar, breaking contracts, losing all credibility. No side will find peace and order in this way to end the war. Instead, it will be the dawn on an age of civil wars, rebellions and chaos." Now Garak was really surprised. "You didn't really strike me as someone who would care", he slowly said, watching Weyoun's reaction carefully. But there wasn't much to see. The Vorta's face remained concerned, his eyes kept trying to burn holes in the table. "I am not used to this", he finally said. "I am used to order. It has always been like that. The Dominion is order. The worlds that joined us are in peace. The Founders care for them and protect them from chaos." Now he looked up, sadness in his eyes. "I think... I was simply not created to accept chaos so easily." He hestitated, then added in a more confident tone: "Let me contact the Founder. We must stop Damar."