Lafayette smiled, opening the tailor shop door. "Bonjour, mon ami!" He skipped in.

"Oh hey, Laf!" Hercules looked up from the mint dress he was completely. "Now, I've got he clothes done, I just need to adjust them." He stood, clearing his throat.

"Sounds good. 'Ow are you?" Lafayette grinned again, flouncing to the desk.

"I'm fine, how are ya?" Hercules coughed into the crease of his elbow.

"I suppose I'm okay. Are you ill?" Lafayette took off his jacket, hanging it on a coat hanger.

Hercules grinned, "no no, just got a lump in my throat." He sniffed.

"Why is that?" Lafayette fell into a small armchair, usually used for people waiting.

Because you're so goddamn gorgeous, that's why. Hercules thought to himself, rolling his eyes.

"Uh, just, never had a famous model before." He decided on as his lie.

"Aww, I'm flattered." Lafayette blushed pink, looking off.

"Right, come through the back and we'll get you ready." Hercules beckoned Lafayette through a door.

"Sure thing."

"Maria!" Hercules called, and a short female wearing a red dress came scattering in.

"Hi!" She smiled, outstretching her hand to Lafayette. "I'm Maria Lewis, nice to meet you!"

Lafayette graciously shook her hand, smiling. "Je m'appelle Lafayette, Ravi de vous rencontrer également." (Nice to meet you too.)

"Ooh~ a French one." Maria elbowed Hercules, winking.

Lafayette chuckled. "Oui, I am."

Maria pulled a flustered Hercules down by the collar, whispering in his ear. "His accent is sexy, no?"

"Ma-ri-a!" Hercules hit her arm playfully, widening his eyes.

"What? I'm confused." Lafayette giggled, humming softly.

"Nothing." Hercules hissed. "Maria just..." He huffed instead of finishing his sentence.

Maria giggled, kissing Hercules playfully on the cheek. "Are you two..." Lafayette trailed off in defeat.

"Dating? No! Ew, no! We're just good friends!" Maria laughed heartedly, "come on, Laf. Why would I date this lug when I can date a gal?"

"Ah, makes sense." Lafayette chortled.

"Stop talking, Maria. Just..." Hercules sighed, "just go get the suits so I can make adjustments."

Maria scrambled off, presumably to collect clothing. "If you could just stand over there." Hercules waved to a circle on the ground with a stool by it.

"Okay." Lafayette obliged, standing in the circle and watching Hercules search for a measuring tape.

"Where is it- oh! There!" Hercules bent down grabbing a tape measure. Lafayette watched him lean over, and bit his lip. "Right," Hercules proceeded back over, "here we go."

"What exactly am I wearing?" Lafayette questioned, watching Hercules fiddle with the tape.

"I've got a suit, some shirts and a jacket." Hercules smiled. "Could you take your sweater off?"

"Oh, oui! Of course!" Lafayette pulled the jumper off his torso, folding it over his arm. Hercules took it from him with a grin, placing it on his desk again.

Mulligan stretched out his tape. "Arms up." He instructed with a nod. Lafayette complied, raising his arms above his head, making the shirt he was wearing ride up. Hercules averted his gaze from Lafayette's exposed hips, sucking in a breath. Hercules wrapped the tape measure around the Frenchmans chest, taking note of the measurements. He grabbed the notebook off the stool, scribbling it down.

"'Ow's it looking so far, mon cherie?" Lafayette widened his eyes, realising what he said. Hercules didn't reply, and Laf remembered Herc didn't know French.

"Well, let's say I already know I need to make alterations." Hercules smiled.

He continued taking measurements, stomach, waist, thighs and arms. "Right, this shouldn't take to long." Hercules smiled, "Maria does the actual photography, and she'll do the makeup. You know this don't you? Of course you do..." Hercules trailed off, his voice getting quieter as he spoke.

Lafayette chuckled, "yes, I know this." He stood, and the Maria girl came scattering in again.

"I came as soon as I heard!" Maria held up a bag, grinning.

She dragged Lafayette by the arm, pausing when the door swung open. "HERCULES! HERCULES, WE BROUGHT YOU COFFEE AND A MUFFIN!"

"Oh god..." Hercules sighed, taking his foot off the sewing machines peddle. "Just give me a second." He stood.

Lafayette poked his head around into the main area, where the front door was. "Why are you here? Don't you have work?" Hercules sighed.

"Nope!" John popped the p, smirking. He held out a coffee. "We got you a cappuccino!"

Hercules smiled, taking the coffee. "What about you, Alex? Don't you have an article to write?"

"I finished it yesterday." Alex beamed, pulling a smug face. He spotted Lafayette peeking around a door frame and pointed him out. "Hey look it's the guy with the name of every saint ever!"

"Hey! It's the model dude." John looked away. "Lafayette! That's the name!"

Lafayette chuckled, "Hey." He stepped in. "So, 'oo are you? Which ones?" Lafayette shook Alex's hand.

"I'm John, or the one with Turtle in every name ever." John grinned and hugging Lafayette.

"And I'm Alexander." Alex grinned. "We got Herc a muffin, but..."

"No, that's mine now." Hercules snatched the paper bag from Alexander's hand, smirking smugly.

"Hey, we came here to ask Herc to come to the bar with us, wanna come too?" John nudged Alex, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Moi?" Lafayette looked flattered. "I'd love to."

"I wasn't asked about this." Hercules chortled, taking another sip of coffee then a bite of lemon muffin.

"That's why we came." Alexander stuck out his tongue like a toddler.

"Fine, sure I'll be there." Hercules sighed.

"Score!" John fistbumped, high fiving Alexander.

"Noice!" Alex smirked.

"What time?" Lafayette grinned.

"Shall we say 7:35?" Alex whistled a tune. (Meet the newest graduate of Kings College-)

"Yeah sure." Hercules rolled his eyes. "Right, we've got work to do so buzz off." He shooed his best friends from the shop, both yelling things along the lines of.

"Man! Boo! What!"

Lafayette chuckled, "silly Americans." He mumbled.

"Ah ah ah! Alexander's from the Caribbean." Hercules corrected, seating himself at his desk.

"Oh. What about John?"

"South Carolinian. So yeah, American." Hercules continued adjusting the clothing.

"'Ow nice." Lafayette perched on the edge of the darker skinned man's desk, feet scuffing the floor. Hercules had to continuously think about not goggling at Lafayette, and worked away.

"Yeah, they're idiots though I swear." Hercules chuckled.

"Huh." Lafayette stood, looking at Hercules' phone on the desk. He slipped it into his pocket. "Where is ze lavatory?"

"There's not one here but in the coffee shop down the road there's a toilet." Hercules nodded out the door, twisting a jacket under the sewing machine.

"Okay, merci." Lafayette hurried out the store and down the street.

He chose a table in the very corner of the shop, pulling Hercules' phone from his pocket. Yes, he felt bad for taking his friends phone, but he was to awkward to ask more about Herc. Lafayette turned it on, swiping. No password. Score.

The first place he went was the gallery, gazing at the images. Most were of John or Alex messing around. There was a view of a sunset, which was beautiful. Lafayette swiped faster, skipping past some images. Lafayette paused, going back a picture. His breath caught in his throat at it. The picture was a shirtless mirror selfie, which Lafayette studied carefully. He looked at the muscular arms and chest, and sculpted hip bones. He realised his breathing was shaky and clicked away from the selfie, taking a slow blink.

Next he looked at messages, the newest ones.

PegLeg: u know u love me

Hunkules: ur not wrong, love ya Pegs.

PegLeg: MWAH

Hunkules: MWAH

Lafayette looked down sadly. Of course Hercules would have a girlfriend. Hell! He didn't even know if Hercules liked guys!

He shut off the phone, hurrying back to the tailor store. He slid Hercules' phone onto the armchair. "Laf? Have you seen my phone?" Hercules questioned.

"Non," Lafayette faked looking around, "is zis it?" He pointed at the mobile he'd just placed down.

"Yeah thanks."

Lafayette turned on his own phone.

TheFrenchiestFry: yo

TurtleBoi: yee

TheFrenchiestFry: help moi.

TurtleBoi: wazup

TheFrenchiestFry: this is stupid. but is hercules straight?

TurtleBoi: nah y

TheFrenchiestFry: just wondering

TurtleBoi: do u like him like

TheFrenchiestFry: no

TurtleBoi: suuuure

TheFrenchiestFry: stop it ur makin me feel ill

TurtleBoi: were not kids ya dont have 2 be like that

TheFrenchiestFry: thats not what i meen

TurtleBoi: mean

TurtleBoi: then wat do u mean

TheFrenchiestFry: the prospect of dating and love and all makes me so scared

TurtleBoi: 1 sec

TurtleBoi has invited Assexander

Assexander: So, you're Philophobic?

TheFrenchiestFry: oui...

TurtleBoi: ?

Assexander: Fear of falling in love.

TurtleBoi: oh

TheFrenchiestFry: yeah.

Assexander: So... do you like Hercules?

TurtleBoi: correction. hunkules

Assexander: Shut up, John.

TheFrenchiestFry: i think so

TurtleBoi: AWEEEE

Assexander: Jesus stop screeching!

TheFrenchiestFry: ughhhhh i made a horrible mistake telling u didn't i?

Lafayette sighed. "Your friends are insane."

"I know right!"

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