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Yield

"You're wrong, Xander."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not!"

A dispute had broken out between Xander and Madison in the middle of Rock Porium while they had been arranging a display case together. They now stood with their arms folded across their chests, eyes firmly set on each other, stern expressions on their faces, refusing to accept that one of them was wrong. Madison wasn't a stubborn girl, but Xander quickly discovered that she would stand her ground if she knew she was right about something. And considering his pigheaded tendencies, it would take awhile for them to settle their disagreement.

In a soft but certain voice, the cameragirl continued. "Xander, I'm telling you, I'm right. I've been working here longer than you have."

"You're not right, Maddy!" Xander was becoming slightly frustrated, but he used her nickname as a way of showing her he wanted to prevent a major argument. "I got the job here, what, two months after you started? Just because you've been working here longer doesn't automatically mean I'm wrong."

"Hey, can you two keep it down?" Chip called from the front desk. Donning a paper crown for heavens knew what reason, he had been busy counting money from the cash register. "I can't concentrate."

"Yeah," Vida interjected from the turntables in the corner. The DJ looked annoyed. She waved her headphones in the air. "I can hardly hear my music over your guys' bickering."

Xander and Madison both knew that wasn't exactly true, but they'd obviously been unaware of how loudly they were arguing.

"Besides," Chip added, "you guys are both wrong. Toby's birthday is June eighteenth, not May or July eighteenth."

Neither Xander nor Madison looked at each other for a moment, the humiliation of defeat hitting them both. Xander scratched the back of his head. At least we didn't lose to each other, he thought in an effort to rid himself of the embarrassment. With flushed cheeks and a sheepish grin, he held out a hand. "I'm sorry. Truce?"

The younger Rocca sister gave a nod and shook his hand. "Truce."

Abandoning the display stand, they walked over to a bookcase that had been left unorganized by a customer. "I wonder how old he is," Madison asked as she tidied a stack of magazines.

Xander shrugged. "I'd say somewhere around thirty-five."

"That old, really?"

"Well, yeah."

"He's not that old. Thirty at the oldest."

"No, he's gotta be a little older than that."

"He's not. I think you're wrong, Xander."

"I am not."

"You are, too."

"I am not!"

And so began another heated discussion in which the two employees refused to yield.

A/N: Shorter than the last one, but I wanted to change the pace a little. Also, I haven't mentioned it before, but this and the previous drabbles have all taken place before they became Rangers, in case anyone hasn't caught on. Drabbles revolving around the episodes will begin soon. And thanks to everyone who's been reviewing!