A/N: Well, I decided to dabble in drabbles (try saying that ten times fast). Instead of dealing with a certain number of syllables like in my poems I'm attempting to work with a certain number of words. It's mainly to get my story telling juices flowing again. This one is exactly 100 words. I hope you enjoy! -NB-
-Sugar and Spice?-
Her hand was on the trigger. Those violet eyes flashed dangerously at him. She only pointed her derringer at the outlaw once before, but this time she wasn't backing down. He wasn't getting away without a good explanation.
The tall blonde was frozen in place looking grim. He can't wave this off like last time. For the life of him he could not explain his actions except that it was a simple hunger and need.
"Vash..." Meryl's voice carried throughout the silent restaurant. "Put...the doughnut...down."
The sweet promptly fell out of his hand and onto her plate.
A/N: My first drabble. Please be kind and review! -NB-