"You know Worf, I never thought you were the type," Riker teased him, an arm over his broad Klingon shoulders. Deanna had convinced him to use a variation of one of his holodeck programs. Worf was stiff, uncomfortable with the surroundings and situation in which he found himself.
"Shuffle over," Deanna ordered them, returning with their drinks. Worf and Riker made space between them on the pile of cushions for her. Carefully sitting so as to avoid spilling any of the drinks, Deanna sighed happily, leaning back as the men accepted their poisons from her. "Are you going to tell us some poetry Worf?" Deanna asked hopefully, twisting her body to face him.
"Excuse me," Worf stood abruptly, briskly walking from the room. Deanna looked back at Will in surprise.
"What's up with him?" Riker asked her, concerned.
"I don't know," Deanna admitted. They both got up, leaving their drinks to find Worf. It didn't take long as he hadn't left the holodeck and the program was just a small one. "Worf!" Deanna exclaimed, hurrying over to him.
"Deanna," Worf turned, surprised by their arrival. Riker went up to him, commencing to massage Worf's neck and shoulders.
"You're all stiff, why don't you tell us what's wrong?" Riker coxed him. Worf stepped away from him and Deanna.
"I'm sorry, this is not my idea of leisurely recreation," Worf told them firmly. "I'll be on holodeck 2. Kindly do not follow me. Computer, exit." Worf ordered. The archway appeared nearby and he strode out into the corridor, leaving the smoke and incense behind him.
"I wonder what that was all about," Riker mused, putting a hand on Deanna's shoulder. She looked up at him, equally confused by Worf's behaviour.
"I'll talk to him later, when he's calmed down a bit," Deanna decided, putting an arm around Will's waist. "Let's go back to the bar." They made their way into the bar room together, reclaiming the cushion corner which now seemed much more spacious with only two people instead of three. Riker sat first, drawing Deanna towards him, commencing to massage her shoulders.
"My, you're both as stiff as can be!" Riker exclaimed playfully, tickling Deanna a little before returning to massaging her.
"If it's a problem I have some relaxing oils in my quarters," Deanna suggested, eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling of Will's strong hands. He swiftly drew her into his arms.
"I think that's an excellent idea," he purred in her ear, his beard tickling her soft skin, making her giggle but not push away. Pushing away from Riker was like trying to get positively and negatively charged magnets not to attract one another. "Computer, freeze program, save and end." Riker ordered. The computer did as he wished, the doors opening nearby. Riker drew Deanna up, escorting her from the empty black and yellow room.