TW: Vomit (oof)

Hercules continued to drag Lafayette around New York City, showing him the sights that were within walking distance.

They stopped at a coffee shop, picking up a muffin and takeaway coffee each.

"So, tell me about yourself!" Hercules smiled, taking a bite of blueberry muffin.

"Que voulez-vous dire?" (What do you mean?)

"I... I don't speak French..." Hercules admitted bashfully.

"Oh, what do you mean?" Lafayette flushed, nibbling some lemon, spongy goodness.

"Well, who is Marquis de Lafayette?" Hercules exclaimed dramatically.

"Hmm..." The taller male bit the inside of his cheek in though, "Well, I'm 24, I'm openly gay, I'm French, obviously, I... Both my parents are gone, and I'm staying in New York for six months." Lafayette smiled, "that's about it. I'm not very interesting."

"I'm sure you're very interesting! I'd love to learn more about you!" Hercules smiled.

Lafayette flushed red, hiding it with a sip of coffee. "What about you? 'Ercules Mulligan, ze tailor. Zats all I know!"

Hercules loved the way his name rolled off Lafayette's tongue in his thick French accent. It was lovely.

"I'm 23, 24 in two months, I have an older brother and a younger sister, I'm actually from Ireland, and I studied fashion in college." Hercules grinned, taking a drink of black coffee.

"Happy birthday in two months! What college did you attend?" Lafayette smiled, following Hercules to wherever they were going.

"I went to Kings, along with my two honking geese friends." Hercules chuckled, taking the last bite of muffin.

"'Ow nice!" Lafayette smiled, realizing where they were. "Is zis a, uh... How you say?"

"A park." Hercules finished for him. Lafayette nodded.

"Zats ze word!" Hercules chuckled at Lafayette's childish excitement. "Sorry, I'm not fluent yet."

"That's fine, it's cute." Hercules smiled.

Lafayette blushed a dark red, nausea gathering in his stomach. He could feel anxiety bubbling in his chest, but pushed it away, not about to let it ruin his walk with Hercules.

"Fuck, did I say that out loud?" Hercules laughed awkwardly.

"Umm, oui." Lafayette chortled too, running his teeth along his bottom lip. "Its fine, I know I'm very cute." He winked playfully, pushing some hair from his face.

Hercules giggled. "You are so humble."

It was growing dark when the Frenchman turned to Hercules.

"I know you wanted me to meet your friends, but I must go. I promise Samuel I'd meet him close by." Lafayette said solemnly, sighing into the cool evening breeze.

"Samuel?" Hercules felt a sudden pang to his heart. Of course Lafayette, an openly gay, model would be in a relationship!

"Oui, I'm sorry, mon ami." Lafayette reached into Hercules' jacket pocket, pulling out the man's phone. "Here." He unlocked it without a password, typing in his number. "Text me!"

And Lafayette scattered down the street. Hercules watched the tall male clamber into a silver Rolls Royce and drive off.

Hercules looked around, taking off in a sprint. He clattered into his apartment building, pounding his fist on the door across from his. It opened slowly and a slightly agitated John Laurens was stood in the doorway.

"What's up with you?" He laughed, watching his friends heavy breathing. John stepped aside, allowing Hercules to charge in, still panting for air.

"What's the matter, dude?" Alexander questioned, relaxing on the couch.

"Famous Model! French! Gay! Ho-ot!" Hercules exclaimed, keeling over and inhaling deeply.

"What?" John snickered at his friends antics, watching him straighten up.

"I think I get it." Alexander grinned.

"Translate please!" Laurens shoved Hercules onto a sofa, who quickly shoved his head in his hands.

"Okay, so, Hercules had a sign up for models wanted, right. And this famous, gay French models gonna work for him. Oh! And he's hot!" Alexander grinned at his genius, shifting some pillows around from where he was sitting.

"Awww! Has Hercy got a crush!" John teased, sliding into the seat next to him.

Hercules shoved him playfully before nodding.

The other two squealed, leaping to their feet. "I'm friends with children..." Hercules murmured.

"Come on, Herc! What's his name!" Alexander poked the taller man's cheek.

"Lafayette." Hercules hummed dreamily, swatting at Alexander and John.

"Lafayette~~~" John mocked, swooning playfully. He fell to be caught by Alexander, both of them laughing madly.

"Shut up!" Hercules yelled, picking up a couch cushion and throwing it at Alexander's face.

Alexander just brushed it off, chortling. "You should ask him on a date!"

Hercules laughed. "Yeah, right."

John cocked an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"

"Okay, one, he's about to work for me. And two, he's a FAMOUS gay model, and I think he has a boyfriend." Hercules said sadly, taking great interest in his shoes.

"How do you know?" John wiggled his eyebrows.

"He told me about a guy named Samuel, and how he was being picked up by him." Hercules made a face, scuffing his feet.

"Oh." Alexander bit his lip. "Maybe it's not a boyfriend. Maybe it's a friend!"

"Or! Or! If he's famous, it might be a chauffeur!" John pointed out, grinning.

Hercules sighed, slumping into his friends lumpy sofa. "Yeah right.

"Samuel!" Lafayette exclaimed, leaping into his car.

"Oui?"

"English!" The Frenchman yelled, banging his head on the back of Samuels seat.

"What's the matter, Laf?" Samuel looked in the rear view mirror. "You look a little pale, are you alright?"

Lafayette clutched his stomach, feeling the bile and sick rise in him. "Arrête la voiture!" (Stop the car!)

Samuel obliged, slowing to a stop. Lafayette forced the door open, throwing up into the gutter on the street. He coughed up the contents of his stomach, spitting.

"Are you okay, Laf?" Samuel questioned, taking off his scarf. The Frenchman sat back up, grabbing a bottle of water and spraying it into the gutter to clean away the sick.

"I'm fine."

Samuel handed back his scarf. "Would you like this?"

Lafayette nodded, tying it around his neck loosely, and sniffling. "What's up?"

"I... I've met a guy."

Samuel wiggled his eyebrows. "A guy, huh? Finally thinking about a relationship?"

"Sammy! I can't do that! That makes me to scared, to anxious. What if I fall in love?! What if he breaks my heart? What if-"

"Okay, Laf. Calm down, if anything, you've made a new friend!" Samuel started to drive again.

"Merci, Samuel."

"No problem, Gilb."

Hercules swung open his door, shutting it abruptly behind him. He tossed his beanie across the room, landing it on the coffee table. Hercules grabbed the handle of his fridge, opening it speedily. He pulled out the milk, pouring a glass.

"Fuckin', honking geese friends." He placed the milk back in fridge. "They keep forgetting I'm not carved from Steele and casted with dragon scales." Hercules huffed, placing the cup to his lips, taking a sip.

He kicked off this shoes, slumping into his sofa. Hercules took another drink off the cold milk, sighing. He turned on the TV, whistling.

"Parks and Rec, save me."

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