My Type

Milly follows his gaze across the bar. “You like looking at blondes, don’t you, Wolfwood?”

Nick nods, takes a drag as he appraises. “Always been my favorite type.”

“You know, I’ve noticed that Vash likes the dark ones.”

Nick nearly chokes on air. “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Nothing.” Something in the tilt of her smile tells him that there’s more going on upstairs than she lets on. “You won’t have to fight over girls.”

“Guess not.” Nick loses interest, lets his gaze drift towards the noisy table where Vash has just ordered another round.

Yeah, Nick likes the blondes.

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