Written for the Writing Lines Spring 2011 Drabble Challenge.
"How much for a windscreen?"
"Chillax."
"Chillax??"
Tim heeled off his sneakers and peeled his t-shirt over his head. "Yeah, didn't really work for me, either. I think you have to be American."
"I think you have to be fourteen and in a food court, but that is neither here nor there", said Rob, sweeping the discarded shirt off the floor and tossing it across chair. "You really think it wise to tell me to "chillax" or anything approximating that when my palm is already just itching to smack your bum?"
Tim grinned, backing towards the bed. "Chill, old man."
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