Beverly stares out across the water. With a deep sigh, she takes a sip of her wine and tilts her face to the sun. She is content in her life, probably the first time she's ever truly felt this way. It's all because of one person. Deanna Troi. Speaking of Deanna, something catches her eye. She lifts her sunglasses and squints, trying to read the name of the incoming boat. She watches carefully as the boat docks and its passengers disembark. Smiling to herself, she watches a slender, dark haired woman make her way up the ramp toward the restaurant.

Deanna is grinning as she slips into the adjoining seat but Beverly has to ask anyway.

"So? How was it?"

"Oh my god, Beverly, it was amazing! Diving in the pool was fun but it's nothing like this! It's like exploring an alien planet! I mean, I've seen pictures of kelp forests before but actually being in the middle of one? Wow! It was like nothing I've ever seen before!"

"Well, I'm glad you like it. Worth it coming to Catalina for your check out dives?"

"Absolutely! I'm so much looking forward to us diving together. And other vacation things…"

Beverly chuckles as she reaches to pull Deanna close for a kiss. "Me too. Deanna! You're bleeding!"

"What?" Deanna touches her ear lobe and comes away with blood on her finger. "Oh, that must have been when the Garibaldi bit me."

"You got bit by an overgrown goldfish?" Beverly is out right laughing as she dabs a wet napkin on Deanna's ear.

"Yeah, I guess I got too close to a nest. Jeff says the males can get really aggressive when they're defending their eggs."

"Jeff?"

"The dive master on the boat. That's him right there." She points to a twenty something, well-muscled and well-tanned young man wearing only low riding surf shorts as he walks onto the deck where they are sitting. Another 'surfer dude' follows closely behind him. He approaches their table.

"Deanna! Hey! This is my buddy Tony. He's a local. Mind if we buy you a drink? Nonalcoholic and non-carbonated of course, we are diving again soon."

Deanna tries to be polite. "We're just drinking water, well I am anyway. Oh and this is my friend Beverly. She's a diver too."

"Really?" Jeff asks as he and Tony take chairs at the table. "We should all dive together sometime. Tony here knows some great beach dives on the island, locals only kinda places. Can even find some abalone out there."

Before either woman can answer, Tony jumps in.

"That would be epic, man! Hey, we could grab a couple of tanks and hit the beach. I know this great little cove. We could pitch a couple of tents, grill some fresh abalone, some beers, have a little fun. Epic I'm telling you. Epic!"

"Aren't we a little old for you boys?" Deanna asks, amused by the proposition. Beverly takes a sip of wine, anticipating the moment when the poor guy realizes the truth. Tony is completely oblivious.

"Nah. I love older women. Can learn so much from them, if you know what I mean?" He looks to Jeff, who is starting to get very uncomfortable with the conversation, for support.

"Well, as lovely as your offer sounds," Deanna starts, "Beverly and I are actually here together."

"Yeah. Right. Together. Two of you and two of us."

Deanna laughs. "No. I mean 'together'…"

Jeff finally tries to stop his friend. "They're lesbians, dude. They don't wanna." He shakes his head apologetically at the women.

Tony, still clueless tries to salvage his plans. "Wow? Really? That's so cool. Not a deal breaker for me though."

Deanna leans forward, with a seductive voice she asks, "So you want to watch then?"

Tony grins. "Yeah, I mean who wouldn't. And then maybe we can join in."

Jeff jumps up from the table and drags his friend out of the chair. As he pulls him away, they can hear him start to berate his companion. "What the fuck, Dude?"

Deanna looks at Beverly who has a big smile on her face. "Well, that was fun."