I don’t own any of these characters. Paramount does. I’m just borrowing them for a little while. I will return them when I am done and I will try not to break them.
The weekly ritual was underway. Poker night in Commander Riker’s Quarters. Riker, Doctor Crusher, Deanna Troi and Data were seated around the table, Data wearing the ridiculous visor.
The night had been going well for Deanna and Riker. Both were up quite a bit. Data’s inability to read poker faces, as was often the case, was making him the big loser so far this evening.
Data was holding three fives and had no wilds. The bet was to him. “Call” he said as he added a $5 chip.
Troi folded and the Doctor raised another five.
“Too rich for my blood,” Riker said as he threw down the cards.
When he first heard the expression, he was confused what the human circulatory system and availability of funds had in common, but having played Poker with his crewmates for 5.375 years, he came understand the saying, if not its roots. “My blood as well,” he said as he laid down his cards.
“Data,” the doctor chimed in, “you don’t have any blood.”
“True, Doctor. Nevertheless I have opted to fold, being that my hand is not very strong.”
The doctor beamed as she slid her winnings toward her. She knew she was not obligated to show her fellow player what she had, but wanted to make a point to Data. “Data, we have been telling you for years that a string hand is not always the winning hand. I was bluffing.” She laid down her cards. She didn’t even have so much as a pair.
Riker and Troi both smirked. While they valued Data’s friendship, it was always a little funny to them when he was duped this way. He never could get a read on a bluff, and he was horrible at it himself.
Data just put on a sheepish grin. “The bluff, another human behavior that I cannot emulate.”
The door chime sounded. Riker called out, “Come in!”
In walked Captain Picard. The group was surprised. He, like all the senior officers had an open invitation to the game but he very rarely joined them.