Title of Prompt: Poozer (Or Where Razer Asks Hal For Advice Regarding Their Friend's Favorite Word)
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I do not own Green Lantern: The Animated Series or Green Lantern. It all belongs to DC comics.
Authors Note: These past episodes have just been killing me. I have a ton of little plot bunnies running around in my head and I have no way of getting them out in a real story. So, I've created this: a sort of drabble dumping ground. As for this prompt itself, I've always figured Razer would get mad at Kilo for always calling him Poozer. Then I noticed that Kilowog calls E'ERYBODY a Poozer...but in different tones and with different meanings. Like I said, these prompts are popping like daisies and multiplying like rabbits.
Please ignore this bad first chapter. That is all.

"As soon as you Poozers are ready, meet Aya and me outside. Don't know why you'd want to be cooped up on this ship." Kilowog chuckled and disappeared through the ship's automatic doors. The moment they closed, Razer growled something incoherent underneath his breath. His face was substantially darker once the Green Lantern from Bolovax Vix had left.

Hal was shocked by the Red Lantern's sudden mood change. "What'd you say, Razer?"

Razer leaned back in his chair and scowled. "I wish the Sergeant would stop calling us, me especially, by that word."

"What?" Hal blinked. He ran what Kilowog had said through his head. "Oh, you mean 'Poozer?'"

Razer's tongue ran sharply across his teeth. "Yes. I despise that word."

"Do you even know what it means?" Hal was still trying to understand the Red Lantern's anger at the term. It had never bothered him before.

"I am not ignorant, Green Lantern." Razer's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I am familiar with the terminology of Bolovax Vix and I know exactly what that word is referring too. If you do not, then let me inform you. It is an insult of the greatest magnitude. I do not appreciate being called that."

Recognition suddenly dawned on the face of the human. "Oh… I get it now." He suddenly smiled. "Yeah, I don't think you know what it means, Razer."

Razer crossed his arms and laughed humorlessly. "Very well. Enlighten me, human Hal Jordan."

"Okay, well, you see, Razer…" Hal glanced over towards the sulking Red Lantern. Clearly his orating needed some work. "The thing is that for Kilowog the word 'Poozer' has a different meaning." This finally piqued some interest within the younger Lantern. Feeling more confident, Hal continued. "You obviously know the…traditional meaning of the word. However, Kilowog has sort of changed the phrase into a," he paused again, "nicer term."

Despite his best efforts to look indifferent, Razer was clearly curious. "What does it mean then?"

Hal smiled a secret little smile. "That's something you'll have to find out for yourself." Razer's face fell back into its typical glower. "But I will tell you…" Hal was very much enjoying how he was able to make the Red Lantern's expressions change so easily. For one of the first times ever, Razer's naivety and youth was finally showing through. He reminded Hal of a questioning child. "When Kilowog was training me," Razer looked surprised; he obviously was unaware of where Hal had gotten his training, "I felt like I graduated from 'RingSlingin' 101' when he called me 'Poozer.'"

"And that time on Shard? I recall him calling those Red Lanterns 'Poozers' as well. I highly doubt he was giving them a compliment." Razer's expression changed back to suspicion again.

"That's the trick, my young Lantern." Razer bristled at the way Hal referred to him. "Sometimes Kilowog uses the, ah, traditional meaning and sometimes he uses his own, mellow version. I'm pretty sure he wasn't telling the Reds he liked their shoes at that moment." With a groan, Hal pushed himself out of his seat and stretched slowly. "As to what his version means, you gotta figure that out yourself." He wandered towards the door that led to the outside of the ship. "You comin'?"

...

Even though he knew it was a foolish endeavor, Razer decided to accept the Green Lantern's challenge and attempt to find the differences between the multiple meanings of "Poozer." For a long while, it felt as if the Red Lantern was making no progress whatsoever. He only had to be within eyesight of Kilowog to be labeled that term in a not so nice sort of sneer. Nearly everything he did seemed to elicit a sarcastic "What're ya doin', Poozer?" or something along the lines of that from the Green Lantern from Bolovax Vix. It was never the endearing phrase that Hal Jordan had mentioned. Still, Razer was nothing if not persistent.

Razer even asked the sergeant to teach him a few defense strategies, hoping the teaching environment would prompt even an accidental "Poozer." Besides, if Kilowog had been able to turn Jordan into a suitable fighter, then the older Green Lantern must have somewhat of a decent knowledge base about fighting. How strenuous can a training session be? The Red Lantern did not, however, anticipate having so much trouble trying to learn a few new things.

After cleaning the ground neatly by his face and pride a couple times, Razer was nearly ready to call it quits. He had even tried to be sociable and friendly as Jordan had suggested. Quite frankly, he was wondering why the hoggish Green Lantern was being so stubborn. Razer had also made an honest effort to learn from what Kilowog had been trying to teach him. Once he put aside his irritation for Kilowog, Razer was actually able to learn quite a good deal from the older Lantern.

However, it still wasn't helping his quest and Razer was becoming increasingly exasperated. He had yet to get an answer to his "Poozer" question.

...

The hostile forces came completely out of the blue. The four Lanterns were split up when an angry tribe attacked their ship while stopping for supplies. Razer was somehow pushed to an open, sandy field with enemies surrounding him. The Red Lantern grimaced; fighting on this terrain was not his forte. Razer had never been good with places without cover and the sand would only cause more problems if he tried to blast the creatures away. He'd clearly be more on the defensive side than offensive side during this skirmish. His overly calculating mind had already run off a list of possible scenarios. Chances were, with this horrid location accounted for, Razer would be able to hold off the massive amount of aliens with a few sustained injuries at best.

The first alien started to charge, its enormous purple tusks scuffing up dirt as it ran towards the young Lantern. Without even realizing it, Razer readied himself for the attack by falling back into a defensive pose meant for larger assailants that Kilowog had taught him only a few days earlier. Razer easily flipped the creature over, causing it to become seriously disoriented, and moved onto the next aggressor in line. Every single time an alien charged at him, Razer was able to use Kilowog's lessons and deflect the would-be-deadly blows. Soon, Razer was hovering above a massive pile of lowing beasts and had barely a scratch. He was very surprised by how well he was able to use his new training on a terrain that had once been extremely dangerous and against a large number of powerful enemies. As much as I loathe to admit it, the Sergeant was an adequate teacher. His lessons did aide me with my fighting and kept me from harm. Razer was about to make his way back to the ship when he heard a gruff voice above him.

"You shouldn't have kept your left side open for too long when that one was attacking. If they weren't so obsessed with looking fierce, you'd probably have a hole where your heart's supposed to be."

Razer glanced up and gritted his teeth. "You observed and you refused to come to my assistance?" He rose into the air and was floating at eye level with the Green Lantern.

Kilowog shrugged. "Would you actually want it?"

The Red Lantern looked away. "No." The two flew in silence for a moment towards the ship.

"Hey, listen, Red. Good job out there," the Green Lantern suddenly started a bit awkwardly. Clearly he either wasn't used to or he didn't enjoy giving out compliments to a Red. Razer looked over his shoulder at Kilowog. "You looked like you finally picked up that one move that you had been trying to get for a while. Still a bit too slow though." Kilowog slowed down to put emphasis on the slow part.

Razer crossed his arms and stopped midair. "Your acknowledgment is appreciated, Green Lantern. However, as much as I'd love to stay and continue to point out the flaws in my defense, we both must return to the ship." The Red Lantern flew stiffly past the Green Lantern and towards the general direction of the ship.

"Hal told me about why you've been acting so weird lately. Y'know, like you're trying to be nice?"

Razer froze in the air. "I doubt what Jordan said has any consequence to you." He tried to look as if he didn't care.

Kilowog's face suddenly morphed into somewhat of a warm smile. "Yeah, well, good job stayin' alive, kid. I think I'd miss you if something happened to you," Kilowog paused and grinned.

"So don't die or anything, Poozer."

Yes, I quoted the Kilowog from the LA Green Lantern movie and yes, this is real life. I told you it was bad. The next ones will be better and actually make sense. I promise. Thanks though for reading this far. If you guys have any particular pairings/people you'd like to see in the next one or a word that you'd like to be the prompt, just drop a review. I'll get to it eventually :D
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