TNG Café
My name is Maude, I’ve got frizzy auburn hair dressed in a pompadour. I’m walking around in my blue checked gingham, taking orders and filling cups, when I see a new wave of people coming in.
At the head is Tasha Yar, well-made but wearing a pajama version of a redshirt – she goes into a side room for a photo op.
I hand a customer a piece of pie, then turn around to see Riker, dashing as usual, whispering into Picard’s ear. Troi is standing near. I’m struck by the height difference between Riker and Picard. Picard is all of 4’3″, and Riker is a cool 5’0″. I walk by and wink down at them. Riker winks back.
I head behind the counter and tend to Worf and Geordi, both brooding, then head back out on the floor. As I’m clearing a table, I see Brent Spiner, out of character, heading toward the bathroom. Someone comes into the shop and yells, “Hey, there’s Brent Steiner!” Brent ignores the guy, but I see a Data/Lor tic of aggravation come and go across his face. He walks past me muttering.
I wake up laughing aloud.