Blueberry Yoghurt #18, Cinnamon Swirl #17, Peppermint #13, Pocky, Root Beer Float

[guil_solo]

Author: Fynn
Challenge: Blueberry Yoghurt #18 - negotiation, Cinnamon Swirl #17 - spilt milk, Peppermint #13 - chair
Extra: Pocky, Root Beer Float
Story: Moonshine and Dice
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Summary: Why talk when you can fight?
Notes:

INT: NIGHT
LIARIC’S cabin. LIARIC and SYGER sitting across a small table from one another.

LIARIC: I’m sorry, but in what language does ‘negotiation’ equal hitting the leader of a major trading faction over the head with a chair?

SYGER: (grins widely) ‘s funny y’should say that-

LIARIC: Asrin, I’m not in the mood.

SYGER: Are y’ever?

LIARIC: You cost us the deal.

SYGER: (leans back. Dismissively) No use cryin’ over spilt milk.

LIARIC: Spilt milk? (glares) What about spilt drinks and spilt blood? Do you realise how close we were to getting strung up?

SYGER: (laughs)

LIARIC: (slaps him)

NOTE: Syger's right. In a dictionary of obscure dialects of a small reddish planet a few systems away, the following entry is recorded:
'Neegosheeayshun: the act of hitting an authority figure on the head with a piece of furniture designed for sitting upon'