A Question of Preference
John and Bobby were loafing on the sofa in the lounge, engrossed in a deep discussion. As roommates, they often debated various subjects with diametrically opposing views. Fire and Ice don't mix, in more ways than one. Sometimes they really got on each other's nerves. But it was a peaceful Sunday afternoon, the lounge was fairly quiet, and there were serious matters to discuss.
"Rap or Rock and Roll?" John asked.
"Rock and roll, you?" Bobby prompted.
"Rap," John said smugly. "All right, here's one: Blonde or Brunette?"
"Brunette," Bobby said rather quickly.
"Yeah, me too," John agreed. "Brunette or Redhead?"
"Brunette," Bobby stated again firmly.
"Oh, you poor sap! This is not specific here, I say Redhead," John said.
"All right my turn. KISS or AC/DC?" Bobby asked.
"AC/DC, definitely," John said sincerely.
"Of course," Bobby agreed. "Daphne or Velma?"
"Oh Daphne, absolutely!" John said.
"Wonder Woman or Bat Girl?" Bobby asked.
"Wonder Woman, you?" John prompted.
"Bat Girl," Bobby said.
"Interesting," John said with a cocked eyebrow. "Okay, Ford or Chevy?"
"Ford."
"Chevy," John disagreed. "Jeff Gordon or Dale Jr.?"
"Gordon."
"Dale Jr.!" John said firmly.
"Cheerleader or Gymnast?" Bobby asked with a wicked smile.
"Hmmmm, Contortionist," John said with a twinkle.
"Oh, I'll give you that one," Bobby agreed. "Brittany or Christina?"
"Both," John said.
"Pig," Bobby said.
"Yes," John said. "Now, to the real questions. Rogue or Kitty?"
Bobby blushed.
"Oh, just say it. No one's around," John urged him.
"Rogue," Bobby said quietly.
"Absolutely!" John said. "If only, man. Oh, if only…"
Snikt!
"My turn," a very annoyed looking Wolverine said harshly as he came around the corner. "Life or Death?"