Deanna Troi and Beverly Crusher are sitting back-to-back on the floor of the physical recreation room. Deanna is bedecked in a deep purple long-sleeved Spandex leotard with violet tights, sans shoes. Her incredibly thick curls are tied back with a matching lavender scarf. Bev is wearing a matching outfit (how cute) in royal blue, sky blue, and periwinkle. They have their arms linked. Bev does not know that Deanna knows what she was up to the previous night.

Deanna Troi: Pulling Bev forward. …And you'll never guess what's on them—Pause.—Little pink baby ducks!

They giggle like schoolgirls.

Bev: That's nothing. Captain Picard's boxers have beret-wearing kittens sleeping in teacups on them!

More girlish giggling.

DT: Jumping on the opportunity to get Bev to tell her what happened. Beverly! How do you know that?

Bev: With perfect innocence. Oh, he told me. How did you know about Will's?

DT: Thankful that her friend does not have her empathetic abilities. Uh, he also told me, of course. Shame on you, Bev!

Yet another giggle session, then:

DT: As Bev pulls her forward. I didn't know that you and the Captain were on such intimate terms.

Bev: Hastily. We're not! I mean, we're very good friends, if that's what you're implying.

DT: I'm not implying anything. Warmly. However, if you have something you'd like to share—

Bev: Me? What would I have to share? Don't be silly, Deanna!

DT: You're the one being silly. Bev, you know I can sense you're hiding something.

They stand up, still back-to-back.

Bev: Tentatively. Do you know what it is I'm hiding?

DT: Not exactly.

The two have finished their exercises and are now standing facing each other.

Bev: What I am hiding is—a surprise! For you!

DT: Loving the "torture" she's putting her friend through. Give it up, Crusher. I can sense deception, too, you know.

Bev: Yes, I seemed to have overlooked that. This is the truth: Last night, Jean-Luc invited me to his quarters for what I thought was going to be a purely platonic dinner. Everything was quite normal until he opened a bottle of wine.

DT: Synthehol?

Bev: No, I think it was the real stuff.

DT: So Captain Picard was smashed?

Bev: I don't think so. He made his advances on me, then drank the wine.

DT: And?

Bev: Believe me, Deanna, I tried to discourage him, but he was like, like some sort of animal!

DT: Let me guess, you gave into the throes of passion and nearly ended up on top of Captain Picard with your dress on the floor!

Bev: Amazed. Well, yes—how did you know?

DT: Realizing she almost was caught. Lucky guess. Ooh wow, look at the time. I'd better go—I have an 0900 appointment.

Bev: Still a little surprised. Okay…bye.

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A/N: My apologies for the brevity of this chapter. The next chapter will likely be about the guys.