"What are THEY doing here." I ask Riker, as the Party is about to begin.
Before Riker can answer, Annika butts in with her Seven Of Nine consiousness.
"The Borg Queen prefers her resident band The Strolling Drones to play in the holographic nightclub, rather than one put together by a computer." she says sniffily.
"Now see here, Seven...." Riker starts to complain.
"It's all right, Will." I tell him, "A live band probably is better, even if they are just Borg drones. If it will keep Queenie placated, then we will go along with it."
The drones set up their instruments. I must say, they look smart in their bow ties and black suits, despite being covered in metal and having an implant over one eye.
Not long after, the guests are starting to pour in. Bev is standing next to me by the piano.
"You look a little tense, Bev." I say to her, "Anything wrong?"
"No, Jean-Luc." she answers, "I'm just wondering what trick the Borg Queen is going to use to get you away from me so you two can dance all evening."
"Relax, Bev." I tell her, "You and I both have our dance cards full throughout the entire Party...and our names are one each other's"
"Oh, Jean-Luc." see says before kissing me, "You always know what to say."
Worf comes up to me, wearing an evening suit, but still sporting a phaser.
"Excuse me, Captain." he warns me, "I have had warning that the Borg Queen has arrived and will be making her entrance shortly."
"Thank you, Mr Worf." I answer, but before he can say anything, his wife Jadzia Dax whisks him on to the dancefloor where the Okey Cokey is just starting up. Worf looks annoyed at this, and I can lip read his protest to Jadzia that "A Klingon warrior does not do the Okey Cokey!"
Our gay crew officers Lieuternant Britney and T'Pol go over to meet their friends Annette and Amanda, who they met last year. They were the proprieters of the gay bar where the last Enterprise Christmas Party was held.
I do my best not to listen in, but the four of them all talk very loud.
"It's so good to see you two again." Annette says, hugging them, "Thank you for inviting us."
"Well I tried to get the party at your place again, but you-know-who wouldn't let us." Britney answers.
I feel my ears burning at that one.
"The four of us don't get together very often." Amanda adds, "I'm glad you did, "We can get in some serious drinking and dancing done here"
"Absolutely, let's head to the bar." T'Pol comments, "The first round is on us."
"Yeah, what's your favourite?" asks Britney as their voices go out of earshot. Bev nudges me in the ribs as a way of telling me not to eaversdrop.
Suddenly, The Strolling Drones stop their music and play a fanfare of music. Obviously it is to herald the arrival of their leader.
The Borg Queen whisks her way into the holographic nightclub, flanked by two drone guards. She looks around, sees me and heads my way.
The Queen walks up and smiles, ignoring Bev after a cursory greeting and glance. The bodyguards position themselves between me and Bev.
"I'm looking forward to dancing and smooching with you ALL night, Jean-Luc." she quietly says in my ear. As we were lovers when I was assimilated, the Borg Queen has always had designs on me.
"Sorry, Queenie." I answer, "I'm with Bev.".
The Queen looks around, and as Bev is stuck behind the drones, she is not visible. "I see no Bev." Queenie teasingly says, and drags me towards the dancefloor.
While the two of us dance a smoochy number, I see Bev storm off outside, and hear her tell Deanna that she is going to put on an outfit that will put that Queen in the shade.
To be continued.....