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Blind Chess	By : madradena Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation Views: 1334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"So what I was thinking about is that as Sonya loves cooking so much, we could arrange a mini-cookery-course for her and we could be the judges. If we like what she cooked, we can let her go into the life of a house wife. Maybe we can make some nice certificate with flowers on it that she passed!" Rika explained with an unworldly smile on her face to the five other women around the table at Ten Forward.
Emma sat at the preparation-meeting for Sonya's bachelorette party which would be thrown by Sonya's friends for the girl, and her eyes turned into two saucers hearing this idea. She was quite surprised that she was invited at all, but her initial delight turned into complete shock after listening to this one sentence coming from Rika (Sonya's best friend). It was quite plain that they had VERY different ideas for what a bachelorette party should be like. Em looked at Beverly but couldn't read her expression: the good doctor just sat there with that usual small smile of hers - which could indicate either kindness or the fact that she was ready to kill somebody. The other three girls smiled cheerfully at Rika hearing the idea and an involuntary thought rushed through Emma's blown away mind: What am I doing here?!
Anyways, it had to be asked. And so it had to be her who would throw the shit into the fan. AGAIN... "So. Does that mean that I have to cancel the chip-n-dale guy too?" she asked matter-of-factly.
Her reward was an utterly shocked expression from the four friends and one chuckle stifled into a (very bad) fake-couch from Bev. Emma's smile turned into an awkward grimace - not that she felt awkward at all.
"Eh..." Rika gave her a polite but very uncomfortable smile "I suppose it would be quite difficult to get a strip guy out here. So..."
"We have the holodeck." Emma told them turning up her palms. "Broccoli wouldn't even have to be jealous!"
"Well..." Rika cleared her throat "I suppose we should discuss this later on. When we know the rest of the details."
"Sure! You're right!" Emma nodded "We should rather discuss the cake!" she told them snapping her fingers grinning. She really loved sweets.
"Oh, yeah!" the other girls nodded delighted and seemingly very relieved to move away from that one embarrassing topic.
"So do you know what kind of cakes does Sonya like?" Beverly asked "What flavours?"
"Oh, she likes chocolate very much!" one of the girls popped in.
"But her favourite is coconut!" Rika told them "She really likes it in for example Pina Colada!"
"So maybe coconut. There's a good idea!" they all agreed.
"All the more so, because it would be quite bizarre to make it a chocolate cake." Emma mumbled almost to herself.
Of course again, all eyes were on her. Rika was the one who finally asked reluctantly: "Why should it be bizarre?"
Emma shrugged puzzled at the question "Of course it would be! Think about it, a willy-shaped cake and it's brown on the insides? Come on, white stuff coming out of it will look a loooot more natural! So. Coco should it be!" she explained with a grin.
One girl choked on her syntehol - unlucky her, she just drank her last sip, when Emma uttered the word 'willy' - then a stunned silence descended and four pairs of wide eyes in four white, exasperated faces were the reward for her explanation.
Beverly had her hand almost all over her face, and Emma looked at her frowning after a long moment of shocked silence "Is it just me, or we're actually NOT talking about a bachelorette party?" she asked on a low voice.
Bev took her hand away "Tyeah, Em, could you come to the counter with me to bring some drinks?"
"Do you want to take the jobs of the waiters?" Em asked back without missing a beat, raising her eyebrows challengingly. Bev gave her the usual - deadly - smile, and Emma seeing it, backed off and pushed her chair out from under her to stand up "Okay..."
At the counter, Bev ordered another round of syntehol, and while they were waiting for it, she looked at Emma "Don't tell me you're not doing this on purpose."
"I'm not!" Emma told her with mock-indignation then rolled her eyes "Alright, I am. Come on, Bev, ease up on me a little, alright? They're all nuns, for god's sake! We could so steal this show!" she laughed.
But Bev remained serious "They're Sonya's best friends. And she was quite nice that she wanted us to be at her bachelorette party."
"Yeah! So we have an obligation to make it a bachelorette party and not the Boston tea-party these spinsters trying to throw."
"Em! Sonya is a timid, shy girl. You know that. She was raised in a religious family."
"So what? Girls from religious families take willies in their hands with napkins?" Emma asked still not really seeing where they were going. Bev just rolled her eyes, and she went on "Bev! Come on! That girl is gonna be joined in the holy matrimony with freaking Broccoli - a vegetable! What fun is she gonna have, I mean ever in her entire life? She should have a real party on her last night out! Not a cookery course! Come on! Even if it takes to get her out of her comfort zone, we should make this fun!"
Beverly frowned crossing her arms in front of her chest "Start calling Lieutenant Barclay on his proper name already."
"Slip of the tongue, Bev. Happens to you too..."
"And try to step out of YOUR comfort zone for a change. We're doing this for Sonya. It has to be done in a way, she can like it. If she's all embarrassed at her own bachelorette party, it will be no fun for her with or without a strip guy."
Emma grimaced sulking and crossed her arms mirroring Beverly's posture. After a minute of stubborn staring into each other's eyes, finally, Emma was the one who gave in "Okay, okay. You're right, Mother Hen. As always. I hope you're all happy to hear it!"
"As a matter of fact, I'm rather relieved that you gave in so easily." Beverly admitted. A tray with all the glasses arrived, and Bev took it and motioned Emma back to the other girls.
When they got back, Bev put the tray down and as they sat down with Emma, Rika smiled kindly "Oh, this reminds me! We should also decide on what kind of syntehol we will drink!"
This was the last straw for Emma "What?! You're not being serious! A bachelorette party without a strip guy, without a willy-cake and without real alcohol?! Have you guys ever been to a party apart from tea-parties for five year-olds?"
Bev cleared her throat and looked daggers at her. Em threw her hands up: "Shut up, Emma! Okay, that's what Emma's gonna do." And she spent the rest of the meeting in sulking silence.
Walking on the corridors with Bev after the meeting, she sighed and clasped her fingers "Well. Suppose I'm voted out from the party-preparations-committee. Was nice as long as it lasted."
"I honestly don't think that." Beverly told her comfortingly.
"Wha- you weren't there?!" Em asked her "They were blinking like a plowed out mole!"
"You see, I suppose just as you do, they also need to step out of their comfort zones for a change. The end-result might be a very unique and nice party. Believe me." Beverly smiled optimistically.
Emma shrugged "No matter how hard you try to convince me, that's not gonna be a real bachelorette party without any willies..." she grimaced still sulking like a teenage girl.
Beverly frowned at her with a suspicious smile "What's this huge need for willies, dear? You sound as if you haven't had a boyfriend for almost two months now."
Emma suddenly seemed very uncomfortable. After a moment, she shrugged "Well, maybe that's exactly the problem."
Bev gaped wide-eyed, and they stopped walking "You mean that Data..."
"I mean that we haven't done it yet." Emma cut in looking into her eyes almost shyly - very unlike her. "We... we keep fooling around but... we haven't... we haven't. And you know... it's sorta frustrating. Maybe that's what's showing, yeah..." she bowed her head and pushed her fingers through her long hair self-consciously.
After the stunned moment of silence passed, Bev finally asked "But why? Is he the one who doesn't want it or...?"
"It's me." Emma admitted looking straight into Beverly's eyes. Bev couldn't believe her ears, just stood there gaping. Emma gave her a very uncomfortable smile "Don't look so freaking shocked, Bev. I was married to a man for ten years - hell, I'm still married to him. Believe me, I'm really attracted to Data, and I mean really, really very much... but it's just... it's too early, or I don't know, I'm just... so unsure." she confessed finally.
"Have you ever spoken to him about this?"
"No! No way. What should I tell him, for god's sake, Bev?"
"Em, you're practically living together for the last two months. I suppose it's just as difficult for him as it is for you that you just fool around and that's that - as you say. He should deserve some explanation. Or at least some reassurance. Sooner or later he'll make up some reason why you're not moving forward, and I wouldn't wait for that to happen, if I were you. You know how single-minded he can be, if he gets some idea into his head."
"Yeah, I know, I know... you're right. I'll... I'll try to ...tell him something."
They walked up to Beverly's quarters finally "Are you coming in for a drink?" she asked smiling invitingly.
"Ah, tempting, but I can't."
"Studying for the exam? It's good that we could have Starfleet Medical to postpone it another month. Gave you some leeway."
"Yeah, it's not that now. Data's mom is coming on-board, and we agreed to have dinner with her... I mean he did, actually. I was just told the fact later on..." Emma added grimacing really hating the whole idea.
Beverly gaped and smiled wildly "Wow! Meeting his mom? This IS getting serious! Em, it's a huge thing!"
"Yeah, at first I actually told him, it's a bad idea."
"Why?!"
"Why, Bev. Seriously. All the moms hate me! She won't be any exception!" she then shrugged with a small smile "It's just that he was so sweet trying to convince me, that it'll be okay, that I had to accept."
Beverly gave her an encouraging smile "Just try to cut back on the willy-topic a little, and all's gonna be A-okay!"
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