AN: This was inspired by yet another picture on the Deep Dish Nine tumblr. In this story, Damar has a problem with the store. And dealing with Weyoun is never easy.

A Slice of Dominion's
Part Two: Boxes

"Dominion's corporate office, Alpha City district, Weyoun speaking."

"Weyoun. It's Damar."

"Damaaaar! What a pleasant surprise! How are you? How is the home brewing going?"

". . . It's fine."

"That's wonderful! I'm glad to hear it. Are you experimenting with any new flavors this time?"

". . . No."

"I see. So, Damar, how may I assist you today?"

"We may have a problem."

"Oh? What kind of problem? I trust it isn't too serious?"

"I don't know. The First on shift called me in to look at it. If it is what he says it is, it's a problem. I'm on my way over to the store now. I'll call you back when I get there to let you know what I find."

"I await your call with the utmost anticipation."

". . . Okay."

"Dominion's corporate office, Alpha City district, Weyoun speaking."

"Weyoun. It's Damar."

"Damaaaar! How wonderful to hear your voice again! Did you have a pleasant drive?"

". . . Yes."

"Gooood! So, tell me, what did you find?"

"It's the pizza boxes. We have a problem with the pizza boxes."

"The pizza boxes? Oh, Damar! You had me worried there! I had thought it was going to be something much more problematic."

"It is a problem. They're . . . not the right ones."

"What do you mean, they're not the right ones?"

"They're not the right ones."

"Isn't this something the manager of your store should be handling?"

"Dukat? Pfft. I tried telling him. He laughed."

"Oh I see. Well, exactly how are your pizza boxes not the right ones?"

"Perhaps you'd better come down here and see for yourself."

"It's that serious, is it? Oh, very well then. I'll be there shortly."

"Hello, this is Damar."

"Damaaaar! How kind of you to answer so promptly."

"Weyoun. Where are you? I thought you were coming to the store."

"Oh. That. Yes. Well, you see . . . I seem to have misplaced my wallet. I had it getting off the last train, but there were so many people, and I was jostled about quite a bit, and the train doesn't go all the way to Cardassia Heights, and you see now I have no money for the bus—"

"You were mugged?"

"Don't be ridiculous—"

"Do you need me to come and get you?"

"Oh, would you? I would be ever so grateful!"

". . . Fine. Stay where you are. I'll be there soon."

"Get in."

"Damaaaa—"

"Just get in."

"My, my. Touchy today, aren't we?"

". . ."

"Well then."

". . ."

". . ."

". . ."

"Why don't we turn on a little music—"

"—Don't touch my radio—"

"—to keep the silence at bay, shall we?"

"—Red, the blood of angry men!
Black, the dark of ages past!
Red, a world about to dawn!
Black, the night that ends at—"

"I said, don't touch my radio."

". . . Oh. Oh dear . . . I do apologize . . . Was that a . . . musical?"

". . ."

"I see."

". . ."

" Was that Les Misérables? You know, I've never listened to it in its entirety, but I hear it's very good."

". . ."

"Yes, well . . ."

". . ."

". . ."

". . ."

"This is a fine car you have, Damar. It's very sleek. You know, I always thought of you as an SUV sort of fellow. This seems almost too . . . refined, for you. Oh, please don't take that the wrong way."

"Mmh. I guess you were wrong then."

"Yes, I suppose I was . . ."

". . ."

". . ."

". . ."

"How many Jem'Hadar are on shift today?"

"Four."

"Four! Damar, don't you think that's a little excessive? If you keep scheduling like that, I won't have enough ketracel-white to pay them all."

"The warehouse shipment comes in today. It was necessary."

"Damar, how many times have I told you? You only need the bare minimum of pizza supplies; there's no need to overstock for something there is hardly a demand for."

"Weyoun, the only reason your white-smuggling racket is so successful here is because my store sells enough pizza to keep the cops from proving anything."

"Your store?"

"You and I both know that Dukat is only the manager because the manager gets business cards. I'm the one who runs it. I'm the one who makes sure your deliveries go out, on time, to the right people. And when Dukat comes in and actually does something . . . we have a problem with the pizza boxes."

"You and Dukat used to be so close. It's heartbreaking for me to see you so upset, Damar."

"Is it."

"Truly, it is."

". . ."

". . . This trip is much longer than I remember."

"Damar, sir, you have returned. Sir we have a problem."

"Yes, I know, Second. Where are First, Third and Fourth?"

"Third went home sick. First and Fourth are in the back."

"With the pizza boxes?"

"Yes sir, but—"

"Good. Weyoun, if you'll follow me."

"Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear. This is a problem."

"I assure you, Weyoun, this was not the original problem. You can clearly see the original problem underneath . . ."

"Yes Damar, I see what you mean. But why write over it?"

"Damar, sir, I would like to point out—"

"Not now, Second. First! Can you explain this to me? WHAT happened here?"

"Yes, gentlemen, please be kind enough to tell Damar and I what went on."

"I thought we would take initiative to fix the problem—"

"I told them not to, but he is the First on shift—"

"And if I had not done something, the boxes would still be piled in the lobby—"

"Better that than to have made this error—"

"Enough! Gentlemen, please . . . I know you new hires from Alpha City are eager to prove yourselves, but let's not let this new position go to our heads, now, shall we? Damar, who made this one First?"

"Dukat."

"Ah. Fire this one. Promote the Second. Now, about this problem . . ."

"Which problem? The original problem? I didn't order these boxes, Weyoun. I told you before, Dukat placed the orders this week."

"Yes, yes, I . . . well . . . hee . . ."

"I know you have poor eyesight, but you can clearly see that this box says 'Dominion's Drugs' on it, and not 'Dominion's Pizza', can't you?"

"Yes Damar, I can see that . . . teehee . . ."

"And about the new problem."

"Yes, your employees have gone and . . . hehehe . . ."

"Gone and crossed out 'Drugs' and written 'PIZZA' on the box instead!"

"With red spray paint no less!"

"Weyoun are you . . . are you laughing at this?"

". . . heeeheeeheee . . . Well, you must admit . . . 'Dominion's Drugs—PIZZA' . . . ohhhohohoh . . . it is . . . heh heh heh . . . rather ridiculous . . . BAAAHAHAHAHAHA!"

". . ."

"Sir? Sir what happened to Weyoun?"

"I gave him some bus fare and sent him back to his office. What do you need, Fourth?"

"Damar sir, I would ask Second—er, First, now, sir, but he is out front helping a customer."

"Just ask your question, Fourth. If I have to spend one more minute here on my day off . . ."

"Damar sir, what shall I do with these new boxes?"

"I suppose we'll have to throw them away."

"Yes, sir. Sir, I know it is not my place to question an order, but . . ."

"What, Fourth?"

"Damar sir, these are all of the boxes we have. The last six of the previous boxes are out front, waiting to be used. We have no replacement boxes."

". . ."

"Sir? What shall I do with these boxes, sir?"

"Use them. Use them. We'll just use them. How many boxes do we have?"

". . . Four hundred, sir."