bakerstreet | K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

A kiss and some fucking sass, maybe!

Valentines Day...

It was about the same as any other day, really. Except candy. Lucas didn't mind that part so much, or even being single for the occasion, mostly because of previous said candy. It makes any day better, really. He was just slightly worried what this zany memecity was going to through out there for a holiday like this one.

Already, he'd seen some seriously fucked up things going on, so he'd rather not add holidays to that list.

He had been poking around in the shops, though, looking for anything that struck his fancy candy-wise but was coming up empty handed. Until he came up on a rather curious looking stand, something like an elementary kid would make to sell lemonade. Only, it wasn't a lemonade stand and that sure as hell wasn't a fifth grader manning the booth.

"...Aggy?" Lucas was trying desperately not to laugh at the sight of the AI standing beneath something that read 'Kissing Booth'. "Fancy meeting you here, dude."

Oh god or gods or monolithic horror-creatures or whatever in fuck it was that ran this city. Agate had been caught out. "This is not what it looks like," he told the Medium, setting his jaw and glaring up at the younger man.

Obviously not: if Agate were indeed responsible for a kissing booth it would not look like it had been formed in the mind's eye of an eight-year-old. Usually the creature masquerading as a blonde held a certain eye for class and so any kissing booth of his own devising would be overwrought, just like the rest of him!

Or maybe he was just playing up the charm and incredulity of the inelegant cardboard monstrosity he could be found kicking his heels up behind.

"Of course it isn't," Lucas tried to hide a cheeky grin for all of three seconds before it broke across his face. "Had any customers today?"

Just imagining Agate doing something so whimsical as setting up a kissing booth and actually having to render such a service, well. It was a hilarious thought, and if the tables were turned he had no doubt Agate would be laughing at him instead.

Lucas took the moment to lean on the cardboard counter, peering over at the AI with the most thinly veiled expression of amusement.

"No touching the merchandise unless you're going to pay the fee," the blonde spat, voice dry as the most waspish white wine.

"Look, I ran into a friend of mine who was doing this shit for some horrible romance-based holiday as a fund-raiser, and she cornered me into watching the booth." He ran both hands through his short hair, clasping them behind his head a moment later. "And... I might have lost a bet regarding whether or not I had goods payable upon delivery of services."

Diners lacking funds washed dishes. Kissers lacking funds, apparently, were forced to tend the booth when their owners took a break.

"Speaking of which, you want to swap me out for a while? She specifically kept me in the dark about when she was getting back."

Look how adroitly he avoided answering Lucas' question about previous customers. Agate did not look like he wanted this conversation to be in existence at the moment.

Without a moment's hesitation, Lucas replied, "What's the fee?"

If only to see the look on Agate's face, because someone like Agate was ridiculously easy to rile up sometimes. Like some kind of sadist hobby, or something along those lines. He really needed to get a job soon, or Lucas was bound to step over the line instead of just continuing to toe it.

Until Agate explained the situation, that is. Now he was going to dance so far over that line he was probably digging his own grave, but what the hell. Why not?

"So you're telling me you tried to get your mack on and didn't have the cash to pay for it?" The Medium started laughing before he even finished his sentence. The mental image of such a scene was priceless! "I dunno Aggy...I wouldn't want you to owe her even more later!"

There were some scenarios in which Agate allowed himself to show true exasperation. Actually, there were quite a few of them. This was certainly one of them! "I didn't expect her to actually ask for the money, given the situation was very funny up until she actually walked away." Now he gave Lucas a piercing glare. "You're incorrigible. If you can't be arsed to help a friend in need, then you could at least make yourself useful by rounding a couple of decent ladies willing to part with a dollar so that I get out of here."

He couldn't help snickering. Agate's reaction was priceless! But he wasn't going to keep teasing for too long, maybe it was time to actually bail a bro out.

"I could, but I think I've got a few bucks in my pocket if that's enough to spring you outta here?" He was already reaching for his pocket anyways, it was the least he could do considering that Agate had been hooking him up in the city. Teasing aside, that is.

"You fucker," he replied, not completely unkindly. "I could kiss you, but you'd regret it."

"Oh, I dunno. Be careful, Aggy, I might like it," Lucas said with the biggest grin he could manage. Although he had to wonder where the AI learned kissing from, but he was definitely not going to ask.

So, he laid out a few bills on the booth's cardboard counter and gave Agate a rather expectant look.

This was going pretty far for a practical joke. Agate, however, did not tend to duck out of a pissing contest -- or a kissing contest, for that matter -- which was what had made his system such a successful one when actual stakes were riding on it. The blonde, then had to wonder what Lucky wanted proved. The look he cast the younger man's way said as much, dismissive of the cash littering the seriously awfully constructed booth counter.

"I'm going to take these bills, frame them, and pass them over again when you manage to bring me something useful from our little agreement," Agate allowed, but he didn't seem as put off by the dare as Lucas seemed to want to provoke. Leaning an elbow (gingerly) on the booth, the blonde leaned forward and wrapped his other arm around Lucky's neck as if going for a headlock -- all the better if the Medium attempted to back out now that he'd paid! Before such a struggle could occur, the AI landed puckered kiss across the younger man's mouth and then released his grip, going to muss Lucas' hair as a parting gesture.

"So," he drawled, "good enough for you?"

"Yeah, sure you do thaa-AACK!" Lucas hadn't expected Agate to lean forward and grab him, he was figuring the AI was about to give him a noogie for being such a smart mouth, but a moment later he was proved wrong again.

Bewildered, the Medium took a moment to recover as Agate messed with his hair, looking ever so much like a smug cat who caught the canary. Then, taking a step back, Lucas grinned. "Eeeh, it was about a 7. You might have to try again."

Of course, Lucas wasn't going to pay for another round, he was just saying it to be extra cheeky since he's trying to get out of arm's reach!

"Listen, punk," Agate retorted, shuffling those bills away and out of sight about as skillfully as a magician with a trick coin. "As much as fraternizing with the freelancer sounds like a great deal to me, you'd be doing yourself no favours. Can't live off of kisses. Unless you're a vampire. In which case, step the fuck down, I don't go in for that shit."

Jovial as he was, he sat back and kicked his feet up on the counter, enticing a dangerous wiggle from the entire getup. Agate cursed and did his best to save the stand from collapsing in on itself. This is what one got for putting a psych major in charge of fucking architecture, cripes!

"Not a vampire, last time I checked," Lucas picked at his front teeth, as if checking to make sure. Satisfied, he merely offered a shrug.

"Anyways, since you seem to be sticking around, I guess I'll leave you to your work?" Lucas couldn't help but crook an eyebrow along with his questioning tone.

But he couldn't resist a parting shot, whipping out his cellphone in a damn hurry and clicking his camera app. He couldn't let such a precious memory go to waste (and he needed a photo for Agate's contact info anyways, right? Two birds, one stone, etc etc...).

Edited 2014-02-20 02:11 (UTC)

Agate recognized what Lucas was up to a moment after the Medium had taken the snapshot: what he got was a shocked and impertinent Agate face (in other words, one that described him perfectly) standing behind the corny cardboard getup in brightly coloured paints:

"Kisses .... $2"
"Smiles .... Free!"

Two birds and one of them, apparently, a lovebird, no less.

Though Lucas would make a clean get-away, that did not stop Agate from spluttering and telling the younger man off about it.

K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

Agate | OC | ota

You drove me to this. You only have yourself to blame. B]

I have no qualms! Agate on the other hand...

xD

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Aggy feel free to strangle him the next time you meet...oh wait he's being chased by a dino. Oops!

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