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[datasoong]

It's the night before the Games, and Data is up on the Training Center roof again. He knows it's unlikely that Caro will come up here tonight, but he'd like to be here just in case. He doesn't have any advice, but he would like to wish her good luck if he gets the chance.

That and, well. As much as he hopes she'll do well, he can't really imagine her winning. But he tries not to think about that part.

Spot strolls about the gardens twitching her tail while Data leans against the railing, staring out unseeing at the city below.

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[datasoong]

Data actually laughs a little at the idea of awkwardly stuttering at someone for a few minutes being a rendezvous. It's a choked, awkward laugh, but Data doesn't laugh much. That makes twice in one night, one conversation.

"I-I did run into her up here a s-second time, but it wasn't any more s-scandalous than the first." Data just shakes his head in amusement. Sullivan is definitely... Sullivan.

[weyountrinket]

"Oh, to hear Sullivan talk about it... But he's rather fond of interpreting things however he finds most amusing." Which usually amounts to 'what way can he best use against people'. He'd almost be admirable in his dedication to using everything against people he can if only he were not so... aggressively unpleasant about it. Not that Weyoun has any place to criticize it. Why, twisting situations and words around to make someone look bad is practically a sport in the Capitol.

Speaking of which, he's not exactly anticipating going back to the apartment and dealing with... things yet. Maybe one of the other Weyouns would have had an easier time with this sort of thing, he doesn't know; he'll probably stay up here until the kitchen staff starts up. Which is... quite a ways from now so since he's not hovering and petting the cat, he finds himself a comfortable place to sit.

"Would you mind terribly if I had a drink?" Not that he thinks Data would, but it's just polite. Also he's not Sullivan, even if he does have a flask of something tucked into his shirt pocket. "It's been a very long day."

Day. Two weeks. Same difference.

[datasoong]

"That s-sounds in character for him." It helps that Scotty gave him a 'don't mind Sullivan he just likes being an arse' speech at least twice. It also helps that Data is somewhat used to Scotty and Keenser's antics.

"N-not at all." Data thinks this is probably the point where he should excuse himself and go back downstairs, but he doesn't really want to. He had fully intended to stay up here all night on the off chance that Caro showed up, and well. The night isn't over yet.

He lets Spot back down, and she immediately trots over to Weyoun for more petting. Data hovers awkwardly for a moment, and then sits down a little ways away. Far enough to not be in Weyoun's space, close enough to still be... friendly, he supposes. He doesn't like looming over people any more than he likes it when people loom over him. So sitting it is.

[weyountrinket]

"You have no idea." Weyoun laughs quietly. "The more time I spend around him, the more... him he is." That doesn't make a whole lot of sense but he is very, very tired, and only looking forward to more exhaustion.

"Good." He settles into his place and finds that drink of his; he's not entirely sure what it is he grabbed, actually. For all he knows it's paint thinner but why not give it a try, right? He takes a goodish gulp of it.

...And immediately pulls a face. It might actually be paint thinner. SULLIVAN. Sighing, he pockets the flask again and instead focuses on petting Spot now that she's padded over for more attention.

In all honesty, Weyoun's rather glad for the company, especially company that doesn't want or expect him to be entirely on point and in control of the situation. Or looks at him as quite the giant annoyance Sullivan does; not that he blames him, the general dislike is fairly mutual.

So Weyoun will sit here for as long as it is actually possible from him to, hours and hours into the night likely with the quiet and slightly awkward presence of Mister Soong. It's not a bad way to spend a night, really. Mostly just staring off blankly at the city and not really bothering each other for the rest of the night.

...Or, as Sullivan was likely to put it once he finds out, 'fucking all night.' Sullivan.