Color Theory (Drabble)

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Jace sat across from the stranger at the table. The bar was packed with off duty officers and soldiers. Colonies like this always had cheap booze.

The stranger's eyebrow raised. "What do you mean 'slip-ups?'"

Jace took a sip and continued. "You know... little things. Like, sometimes Spanish slips into my conversations, right? Anyone can slip up, even an Ontorian spy."

"Yes, but how?"

"I dunno, maybe they slip up listing colors. Y'know... red, orange, yellow, blue. Say they accidentally throw in a 'cobak,' right?"

"Actually it's 'cobeq.'"

Jace drew his gun. "Hijo de puta."

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