A/N: I never appreciated just how hard it is to write a drabble. Trying to get your idea into exactly 100 words is quite hard, annoying and time- consuming. But I finally got it, so here it is. And yes, it's rather pointless.

Disclaimer: characters. Are. Not. mine.


Deanna stared down into her mug of hot chocolate, studying it as if all the answers to her problems would be found in its depths. The noise of the conversations around her faded off into a constant buzz in the back of her mind. The sound of a chair being pulled out across from her caused her to look up, and she was faced with the last person she wanted to see that night. Will Riker. Right then, at that very moment, all she wanted to do was pour the contents of her cup down the front of his shirt.