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Walter Sullivan ([personal profile] illdrinktothat) wrote2013-07-03 11:32 pm

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Walter didn't sleep at all last night. He spent as much of it as he could trying to figure out what, if any, damage Zopf's interview had caused and... maybe more importantly, what damage Caro's had done. Those questions sat weird with him long after he'd given the all clear that she'd salvaged the moment. Sure the sponsors and the audience probably didn't much of those particular questions, but they had been very specific. Someone had been trying to make a point with them and Walter can't stop worrying over it.

So he paces, strategizes and drinks the night away. By the time the sun rises he's sobered (and showered) up, and actually dressed despite it being his usual hours for grumping about in his bathrobe. He takes to the dining room before the staff even begins to set out breakfast, and he waits. And he waits. Weyoun should be out soon.

So he waits some more.

Where the fuck is Weyoun.
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[personal profile] caroflower 2013-07-05 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not even sure what a Guinea pig is, but squirrel's pretty good." She glances over at W-- Sullivan. "Greasy Sae's not exactly a secret. Her ingredient list might be, though." Caro laughs a little. "Wait no, I'm sorry. Everything's beef."

The comment about Pendleton doesn't really make much sense, so she just lets it slide.