Weyoun loved the sound and the feel of the latinum bars clicking together in his hands. The sensory feel-- and the feeling of winning--was perhaps more pleasing than the actual monetary value of the strips themselves. Vorta had little need for money, but it was useful to flaunt from time to time.
He carefully studied the spin of the dabo wheel, listening for the clicks and whirrs that attempted to disguise the sound of the secret trigger beneath. He was a master at reading tells, and games brought out a fierce competitive streak in him. There was a joy that came at beating someone at their own game and he would savor it.
Dukat frowns upon his choice of leisure activity and sometimes makes it a point to complain aloud about it. He was unusually cranky considering the proximity of the scantily clad dabo girl in the sparkling dress, but he figured it had a lot to do with nursing a bruised ego. No matter. It was his time to have fun for himself.
"Why do you waste time playing this ridiculous game?"
"I like games," he says with a smile. "I make a living playing them after all."
He beams brightly when he scores another win. "Dabo," he says with a giggle, palming yet another few slips of latinum. He does not know what he will do with it, but it's pleasant to win all the same.
Later, as Weyoun and Dukat wander back off toward the bar for drinks, the conversation again turns to Dabo. Or at least it seems that way on the surface; Weyoun thinks it really has more to do with his one-time companions on Terok Nor. Oh, how he hungers for their respect.
"They cheat, you know. You may win a few times, but it will only ever be what they allow you to win."
"I know," Weyoun replies with a smile.
"And yet you still play."
"I do. For the fun of it. To test myself. You see, I have a foolproof strategy."
"Which is?"
"Cheat better than they do, of course," the Vorta says as he stirs his synthale cocktail, his pockets lined with latinum. "The real prize is to beat them at their own game. And to do it with a smile."
