Lafayette blinked his eyes open to the sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the blinds. He groaned, thinking about what he did the night previously. The Frenchman rolled over, ah. More like who he did. Lafayette slipped out of bed, smiling gladly. He was in his apartment, good. He threw on a nightgown, advancing to his kitchen and making a coffee. Now, he waits.

"Ughhh..." Came a loud voice in annoyance. "Where am I?"

There was padding down the hall, and a male appeared in the kitchen, wearing pants, but no shirt. His neck was littered with love bites, not to many, and they appeared to be easy to hide. "Bonjour." Lafayette nodded, sipping his hot coffee.

"Hey? Oh, right, I'm at your apartment. That makes sense." The guy flicked hair from his face, blowing it back up into his quif.

"Oui, 'ow did you sleep?" Lafayette winked, starting to make another mug of coffee for the man.

"Fine, you?"

"Quite well, Charles was it?" Lafayette handed Charles a white mug filled with steaming coffee.

"Yeah." Charles cleared his throat, quickly chugging the caffeine. "I'm gonna put a shirt on and I'll be out of your hair." He grinned.

Lafayette waved Charles out his home, clicking the door closed with a sigh. He headed to the bathroom, running the shower and jumping in. He methodically washed his hair, washing shampoo into the roots. The Frenchman began taking it out, adding conditioner. Once done in the shower, he stepped out, changing into a nice pair of pants and red checked shirt. Lafayette scraped his hair into a loose bun, leaving it fairly messy. He made toast and headed out towards the tailor shop.

10:28 am

Lafayette's feet pounded against the paved sidewalk, heels clicking. Every so often he checked his phone, finding a text from Samuel.

Samuel: Gilbert? Are you okay? You didn't call me. Are you still out? Or are you in your apartment? I hope you're alright. Please contact me when you read this. Okay, goodnight.

Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Mortier Marqui de Lafayette: Bonjour, Samuel. Sorry for loss of contact, I am fine. I was out with friends. See you soon, -Laf

He stopped outside the tailor shop, looking in. A fluffy haired man (not as fluffy as Lafayette or Thomas,) was making wild hand gestures, he was facing away from the window. He appeared to be ranting towards a shorter male, Alexander!

Lafayette pushed the door open, the bell dinging loudly. "Bonjour?" Lafayette chortled, the two men's heads whipping to see him.

"Dude?! You bailed on us last night! Like, what the hell!" Alexander exclaimed.

"Yeah! And after you told us-"

"Why are we shouting?" Hercules chortled, leaning against the door frame. "Oh... hey, Laf."

Lafayette waved, "Hey!" He scuffed his feet.

"I'm glad you're here, come look at Maria's finished photography." Hercules allowed Lafayette past him into the back were Maria was waiting. "What's up?" He closed the door, stepping towards Alex and John.

"Are you not jealous?" John questioned.

"About what?" Hercules smiled softly.

"Laf, he slept with someone else, are you not jealous?" Alexander repeated, swinging an arm around John's shoulder.

"Jealous?! Me? We're not even together, Alex! Why would I be jealous?!" Hercules laughed. Alexander chuckled, nodding and mouthing 'So yes,' to John.

"Oh wow!" The faint gasp of Lafayette came from the back.

"Look, I gotta go. I've promised Charles Lee a suit."

John visibly grimaced at the man's name, they'd had a rivalry since childhood, ever since John defeated Charles in a water gun war.

"Why would you make him a suit?" The fluffy haired man exclaimed, peeling Alexander's arm off him so he could continue with his aggravated hand gestures.

"Money." Hercules chortled, "And I need to eat." Alexander snorted.

"Whachu laughing at?" The French accent slurred, and the other three turned to see Lafayette.

"Oh, nothing!" John grinned, noticing the admiration plastered on Hercules' face. The bell rung, and Lee waltzed in.

"Lee." John snarled.

"Laurens." Charles growled back, smiling sinisterly. "Hello, Hercules. I came to see how the suits going." His head cocked to see Lafayette.

Lafayette nodded in his direction, acknowledging his existance.

"So we meet again." Charles giggled, fixing his scarf.

"Small world." Lafayette smirked, heading out into the room properly, away from the safety of the door frame.

John cocked an eyebrow. "You two know each other?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes.

"We've met." Lafayette smiled. "Quite recently actually." His smirk became more prominent, which Alexander was realising was a prominent feature of Lafayette, he seemed to smirk a lot. It wasn't cocky, snarky or menacing, it was just... His smile.

"Really? When?" Alex interrogated. "How recently?" He was having a bad feeling.

Charles flushed red all of a sudden, clearing his dry throat. "I believe it was last night."

"Oui, that would be correct." Lafayette shot a sad smile at Hercules. He looked guilty, as if he'd betrayed Hercules. Alexander was becoming more and more confused.

The realisation set on Mulligan's face, and he frowned to himself discreetly. "Oh?"

Charles quickly changed the subject, "how close are you to having the suit done?"

Hercules, gladly going along with the conversation change, answered, "You can come see, it should be done within the week."

Charles bounced after Hercules, happy to see his WIP suit.

John spun to see Lafayette who'd slipped into a seat, head in his hands. "You slept with Lee!?" He shot.

Lafayette groaned in response, fluttering his eyes closed. "Oui, and now I feel like shit." He took his head up, leg bouncing uncomfortably. "I always feel like this the day after, like an asshole, like a 'playboy'." He made air quotes with his last word, knowing that was more American slang.

"Laf, calm it." Alexander instructed, looking down upon him. "You'll make yourself cry, just stay placid."

The Frenchman nodded, standing.

"Laf?" Hercules questioned from the door way. "I was wondering, do you wanna model more for me..?" He asked bashfully.

"I'd love to, mon ami."

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