Post #10. Making a Deal

By Cilor and Kalder

“You want to do what on my beach?” Cilor looked at him with a wary eye. Cilor was grumpier, older and most always a softie under it all.

Kalder just put his hands together in the most child-like mimic he could manage and offered the fakest grin possible, “please?”

“No.”

Kalder’s posture slumped, “dammit,” he said, trusting his hands through his hair he looked at Cilor again, “come on Cilor?”

“Let me think about his,” Cilor said, “still no.”

“You didn’t even think about it!”

“I don’t have to, they are a Federation crew.”

Kalder rolled his eyes, “stop living in the past, old man! They’ve been our allies not for – for forever!”

“Nope.” Cilor folded his arms across his chest.

“But I already promised,” Kalder was almost starting to panic now, and when that happened it got dangerous – knives were known to fly. He tried another attempt, “I’ll bring you bloodwine, from the run tonight – lots of it.”

Cilor shook his head, “lemme know when you have something better,” he then turned to walk away from Kalder. Kalder had enough and grabbed him back, spun him about and shook him a bit, “come on, Cilor,” he said to him, “its – he’s my brother!”

Finally, a smile cracked Cilor’s face and his stern attitude melted away. The older man folded his arms, “well, why didn’t you say so in the first place?” he beamed. Kalder just looked confused until Cilor slapped him on the back, “your family is family here, too. When are they coming?”

Kalder’s mouth dropped open, “just like that?” he asked.

Cilor just grinned at him, “I still want my bloodwine…”

“What, huh?” Kalder asked. Then he understood. Once again, Cilor had been messing with him, “Cilor!” he accused, putting his hands on his hips, “that was not nice!”

Cilor just shrugged, “whomever said it was?”