Chapter Text
2364
Enterprise-D
In Ten Forward, the lights were low and warm, the gentle murmur of off-duty conversations filling the air like background music. Doctor Beverly Crusher, Lieutenant Tasha Yar, and Counselor Deanna Troi sat together at a corner table, nursing their drinks and chatting with the easy familiarity of longtime friends.
“I’m just saying,” Troi remarked with a playful tilt of her head, “I couldn’t pull that look off, Tasha.”
Yar grinned, leaning back in her chair. “I’m sure you could, Counselor. With a little work.”
Crusher raised an eyebrow, lips curving in amusement. “Not that we care about such things in this day and age…”
“Oh, of course not!” Troi agreed quickly.
“Naturally!” Yar added with mock seriousness.
A brief, telling silence fell over the table.
Then Yar couldn’t resist. “But I do think mine are the best.”
Troi’s eyes sparkled with challenge. “You’re free to think that, Tasha, but my chest gets the most compliments.”
“Least I don’t have to wear low tops all the time…” Yar shot back.
Troi flushed faintly. “It helps with crew morale!”
Crusher hid a smile behind her glass. “Oh, I’m sure it does…”
“And it’s not just showing off,” Yar insisted.
“Hmph!” Troi crossed her arms. “I am not showing off! But if I was, I would certainly be presenting the best pair—”
At that exact moment, Enterprise’s holographic avatar strolled up to the table with a bright, easy smile.
“Hello, ladies! How’s it going?”
All three women turned to look at her — tall, statuesque, and generously proportioned in every sense. The sudden silence was deafening.
Yar’s grin widened. “You were saying?”
Troi fumed quietly, cheeks still pink.
Crusher cleared her throat, trying to keep a straight face. “Just fine, Enterprise. We’re talking… you know…”
“Girl stuff?” Enterprise finished cheerfully, pulling out a chair and sitting down with effortless grace. “Yeah, I’ve done a lot of that.”
Troi cleared her throat again, a touch too loudly. “Ahem… yes…”
Enterprise blinked, glancing between the three of them. “Is something wrong?”
“No!” Troi said quickly. “Not at all! Ahem…”
Enterprise looked down at her own chest for a moment, then back up at the other three women. Realization dawned. “…Oh. Ohhhh.”
Crusher’s lips twitched. “You’re very perceptive.”
“I have been around for a long time, ladies,” Enterprise replied with a playful wink. “But don’t feel embarrassed.”
“I’m not embarrassed!” Troi insisted, sitting up straighter. “I’m a 24th-century woman, beyond such petty competition!”
Yar let out a loud “Pffft.”
Troi shot her a withering scowl.
Enterprise chuckled softly. “Look, yes — I’m busty. Bustier than all of you. But it’s not a competition!”
“Uh huh?” Yar said, clearly unconvinced.
“Really?” Troi added, one eyebrow arched.
“Oh?” Crusher echoed, amused.
Enterprise nodded with serene confidence. “Just because I’ve got the biggest, nicest tits onboard doesn’t mean it’s a competition.”
Yar smirked. “That sounds like you’re making it a competition.”
“Of course not…” Enterprise replied, her smile turning just a touch mischievous. “If it was? I would have already won.”
Troi’s eyes narrowed. “They’re not even real!”
Enterprise’s grin widened, playful and teasing. “Sounds like someone’s jealous~!”