Lord of Shit Vacations

"Whatever."

   ”I’ve ‘bout twelve hours to kill ‘fore I fuck off to the other side’a the galaxy or wh’ever. If I choose to spend ‘em harassing your lazy ass ‘fore I jump int’certain death or summat then ‘s just tough shit for you.”

Coming across prissy on paper, but her tone hints conviction and a certain level of resignation to possibly having found the most interesting conversational partner on this shitty planet.

"Skip the harassment part    and go straight to the certain    death one."

     His mug meets his lips and he downs      his remaining drink in one long-lived      gulp. One benefit to being on a shitty      planet is the hard, strong alcohol. After      all, the inhabitants here need something      to pull them through the day. The Will      looks up and slaps a handful of weather-      beaten coins on the counter.

"Half now, half later. Copy that, lady." 

   He lights a fresh cigarette and tucks it    between his lips. Its flayed edges burn    and pepper his mouth with its bitter taste,    and an exhaled puff drifts loosely in the air.

    [ A grin was already crawling across the       Elf’s discordant features that served       to highlight the insincerity in The Kings        claim of harmlessness, With a sudden       movement he closed the distance betwixt       he and his companion in a single,       sweeping step. ]

     Not to mention that the barren canyonland      on which they walk is home only to cities      underground, and the groveless, sooty      surface marred only by the errant crater      offers no views to enjoy. 

Staring at her new companion she finds herself frowning. For some reason she was going to call bullshit but she needed help. She needed the help bad - especially since she wanted to get out to Knowhere. 

She walks inside, grumbling angrily to herself. The first person who looks remotely human and hadn’t asked her for sex on this terrible planet was an absolute jackass! Not that she was being any better herself thinking she could actually get help out here. 

Heading into a compartment in the back, she grabs a large silver suit case (how cliche). Bringing it back out she tosses it down onto the ground opens up the shining case. Inside lays a multitude of alien cash. None of it she can read or realize that has value. 

He stops when she opens the suitcase. A lesser man with weaker will would have gasped or  shouted, or at the very least gone wide-eyed. It's a lot of money. But The Will simply pops his cigarette back between his teeth to prevent showing any signs of interest. 

----a little white lie never hurt anybody.  Especially when Lying Cat isn't around.

   ”Y’never seen a travelin’ tree?”

Stranger things have happened. She cocks her head with residual zeal, away from the insidious smoke.

      “Listen, I’m borrowing a friends ship but        he never explained what was on it. Just        that I can basically use it to go for a short        trip.” 

Could she ever shut up? Apparently not. Such a bad habit when it comes to her. When they arrive at the ship, she takes out a small, red and gold ‘chip’. Pressing it on, it jumps to life while covering her hand. Pressing it into the panel next to where a possible door could be the ship then slinks open. 

     He folds his arms tight over his chest      as each minute speaking with this girl      feels more and more like a waste. His      lips purse to one side, hiding his vexation      as well as a clear sky hides a moon.