vilakins | Drabble: Silver

Last week's b7friday topic was fanfic clichés and here's an old one.

Silver

Avon strode onto the flight deck, resplendent in his new tunic.

"Nice outfit," said Vila, pretending he was shielding his eyes from the glare. "Showing off your grade?"

Avon compressed his lips and sat down as his table. "Shut up, Vila."

Jenna raised her eyebrows. "So our Avon's a silver alpha." She grinned, leaning back in her pilot's seat.

Avon stabbed at the circuit he was working on so hard, he bent his probe.

Jenna turned to Vila. "What's burning him?"

"Can't you guess?"

Jenna smiled slowly. "Ah."

"That's right. He can't stand that he's not a gold like you."