College Life

He made it back to the booth the large rainbow flag on their table and passed out the water and grabbing one of the flag stickers out of the basket and opened the back before turning and placing it on Arthur's check. "There. You look amazing in rainbow." He grinned.

"And you're really weird!" He pulled it off and stuck it on Francis.

The blond Frenchman grinned at him as he walked over to the booth and smiled at some of the people that past by.

He pouted. "Give away my gift." He whined before putting another sticker on his cheek. "So got plenty of shit to do here. Tons of brochures. Bracelets, and stickers. Plus face painting and rock climbing." He said excitedly.

"Sounds very fun. I think I'll try sitting for a while." He smirked.

"So what can I do for you?" He asked with a wink.

"Right not. Not a thing. Maybe explain why you intend to embarrass me all the time." He scowled at him, practically pouting.

(I have to go to bed, I am thoroughly exhausted and am getting up early tomorrow.)

((kk hunny, you get some sleep))

"I'm not embarrassing you..." He said confused as he shook his head.

"Then what exactly are you doing?" He huffed, not sure of what he was getting at.

He sighed and chuckled. "You really don't know when someone is flirting with ya, don't ya?" He said with a smirk at Arthur.

Arthur would have chocked on water, had he been drinking any. "Flirting with me? You? That's impossible!! You're so hot, and I'm just a stuffy little guy with anger issues!"

Francis hopped up on the booth to watch the scene play out. "It's true, he has a lot of anger problems. He might be too much for you cowboy," the blond purred at Alfred.

"I'll be the judge of that." He said with a smirk looking over at Francis.

Oh this could be fun. Francis had to admit the guy had balls. Alfred was a tough kid who didn't give up from what he could tell. A sly smirk slid across Francis' lips as he tilted his head to the side.

"Will you please stop referring to me as if I've disappeared?!" He whipped his head between the two, an incredulous look on his face.

"Sorry." He said with a sheepish grin. "So, anyway, would you like me to give a face painting or a stencil of something?" He asked as he took his shirt off his shoulder where it was covering up half of his chest and revealing this large eagle and olive branch tattoo to Francis.

"Dear god you are a walking stereotype."

He frowned at him. "What the fuck are ya saying?" He asked defensively.

"He's saying you practically scream American. You're tattoo." Arthur stretched, looking around. "Anything I can do to help?"

"Not really. I pretty much got things rolling." He laughed and moved close. "So you like the booth?"

Arthur looked around, to caught up in yelling at Alfred to really look around, "It's very, well, rainbow?"

"Duh." He said with a laugh. "Wanna rock climb?" He asked excitedly with a grin.

"Well, I've never done it before...But I'll try. You'll have to help me." He looked at him and the rock wall nervously.

"Sure. I want like anything happen to your ass." He smiled and walked him over to the wall. "It's very simple. You coat your hands with chalk and I'll strap the harness on you."