Flashback:
“JoooooRDdaaannNNn buDDddYYy,” Riker shouted, walking into his friend (and boss’) trailer with no hesitation. Okay… at least he would but it was locked. LOCKED I TELL YOU. How dare. The AUDACITY. SO what did Riker do? Well, he played a drum solo on the man’s door, singing “Oooooopeeennnnn theeee dooooorrrr to yourrrr favvvorrriteeee peerrsssonnnnnn mrrrrrrrr frrrieeeenddd,” and finally, after about 6 minutes, someone came out but trust Riker… it was not Jordan.
The girl in front of him was wearing just a towel, her hair wet as she looked at Riker with an amused look. “Nice song, but very out of tune,” Riker’s eye’s bulged slightly… did Jordan just do the nasty? Okay, go boss. I mean, he was alllwaayys singing about that one girl but did this mean he was moving on. Stan that. “Yara,” he heard her answer his unasked question, and raising his eyebrows, he watched as she walked inside - leaving the door open for him to follow.
Okay Miss YaRa. Riker did not want to see you and Jordan naked, no…nope. Closing his eyes, Riker stumbled inside. “OKAY JORDAN I’M NOT LOOKING I PROMISE I JUST…” “Sweetie… he’s not here. He went on set to go get into costume or something so I’ve been chilling here myself… and… oh god please don’t tell me you thought I was sleeping with my cousin”
Well… couldn’t say that… oops.
Okay… so Yara was a cool chick. After getting past the naked…ness - Riker actually was having fun with her… until she dropped her drink all over his shirt (probably ON purpose) but it resulted in him having to take it off. “You know, Yara, I actually lIKED that shirt.” Riker stated, unbuttoning it. The problem… well… it was kinda Jordan’s trailer and so wouldn’t you know, he walked inside, and wouldn’t you know - a girl in a towel and a man shirtless looks kinda wrong.
Oh. Damn. It.
End of Flashback:
“NOoo nooo we’re past the stage where I pretend to give you honest compliments,” he replied with a joking tone, putting his tongue out - obviously kidding. “Fineee FINE you look hot Williams, just like the first time I met you,” he stated, a flirty wink leaving his features before laughing at her compliment about his ass. “It is a great ass. I’ve been told many times that it’s the bounciest ass, you could bounce a wholeeee quarter off of it,” he added.
He rolled his eyes about the poisoned lasagna, “Fine fine, I’ll make something you hate. What should I make? Pizza. You totally hate pizza right? Or maybe I wanted to poison you the whole time, Yara. Ever thought about that?” he asked pointedly before kissing her cheek. He missed her… honestly. It was weird growing up and… well… everyone moving away. Friends… even enemies grew apart but some friends… well… it didn’t matter how far apart they were or how long they were apart, because the instant they saw each other again, it was as if they never left. Maybe that’s what real friendship was.
He could see her smile drop for a second and almost knew where this conversation was headed. I mean… he asked about Mav… she had every right to ask about Elo. But… when she didn’t… there was almost a thankfulness he felt in not having to answer a question he didn’t have an answer for… “You know me, Yara. I’m still rocking out to my 4 am jam sessions if you ever want to join me - so 100% awesomer, if you ask me,”