It was fun to take in a sketchpad one day. Apparently, the girls loved to be sketched, and truth be told, I loved sketching them. It made them feel like models. Personally the yellow dresses were rather overwhelming. With such bright colors on top of other bright colors, it was hard to focus. Still it was just dark pencil. I didn't have to waste time filling in such a delicate yet overpowering color.

"Hold up, why are you moving?"

"Oh! Please forgive me! I didn't mean to obstruct your artistic masterpiece!" She pleaded for my forgiveness.

I couldn't handle how sorry she was. "Oh, trust me. It's more than fine. Just keep your pose is all." When I finished I showed the anxious bunch. They squealed in delight. Then came the hefty decision of who got the picture. They argued among themselves, when Kyoya saved the day. "No need to fight over the sketch, ladies." He turned to me, letting me know that he had everything under control. "Prints of the original will be up for grabs on the site, and we will offer a special discount to everybody in the sketch." That took a load off my mind, but put another load onto it. I never felt comfortable with my art being sold. Especially something on simple sketch paper. However it wasn't like they were going to spread the word.

We had dressed up in Mariachi costumes. I wasn't fond of the mustaches. They tickled my lip. So I had to keep from sneezing by taking a minute every so often to remove it, then reattach it. We were having our own special fiesta. Tamaki had said that it was a celebration of the newest host, but that seemed like a rather pathetic excuse to have fun. He could just tell the truth, and be honest that it was another fun activity. still I couldn't deny that it was a ton of fun. Hikaru and Kaoru were playing maracas, and drums. Even Honey was having fun. Honey Senpai had been blindfolded, while Mori Senpai held a piñata over his head. He delightfully swung his stick around trying to hit the festive looking candy box, and seemed to have more fun swinging the stick than getting the candy.

Tamaki walked up to Haruhi. "Oh, boy." I thought to myself. I could already smell another flirtatious move.

"Haruhi." He claimed. "You know, I thought you might enjoy this outfit I picked out specifically for you." The outfit was a red flamenco gown. Obviously he had hoped to see her in a more feminine piece.

Haruhi was quick to turn it down. "I'm not wearing any clothes that you specifically pick out! Okay!?" She said swatting it away. Tamaki looked taken aback.

As if on the mark the twins were quick to point out what we were all thinking. "Typical boss." Kaoru snickered. "If you like the dress so much, maybe we can slip into you. He chuckled. I couldn't help but giggle at such a silly sight. "Or better yet..." Hikaru plastered a piece of tape over his mouth, as they both hoisted him up. "Hey Honey! We got another piñata that's easier for you to open!" They snickered loudly.

Honey turned around. "Really?" He raised his stick and swung in the direction they said. "Am I getting closer."

They tied the poor thing up, and held him out. "That's it, Honey Senpai a little closer-"

I had to intervein. Taking Honey's shoulders I redirected him back to the one Mori held for him, and snatched the blonde away from the two mustachioed pair. I set Tamaki on his feet, and ripped off the tape. He screeched in pain. "How could you rip that tape off my delicate face!" He cried holding his lips. I simply rolled my eyes, and stuck the facial hair back on his face.

"You think your skin is delicate?" We heard the sound of laughter as Honey smashed a hole in the piñata. He picked out his favorite pieces, and as for the parts he didn't like, he decided to pass those out.

I loved being in this club. Always something fun to do. I sat near Kyoya, and ripped out the sketch. "Here. I assume you will want to make copies of this." I glanced at him. So you seem to be managing the club, rather than being a main source of attracting attention from the ladies. I leaned further. "I take it you find more joy in planning, than participating?"

Kyoya smirked. "Considering I'm Vice President of the club, it's best to stay on your toes if need be." He continued writing. "To be fair, it seems that clients often find pairs to be more attractive. Packages are requested most often. Such as our brotherly love package, Our Honey and Mori package... and perhaps even our black and white package.

Before I could ask what he meant, I looked around and noticed clients were staring at both of us. His hair was the total opposite of my hair, and us standing by one another was gathering more and more attention. I tried something that seemed to get girls giddy, and hooked my hand over his forearm. The girls loudly squealed in delight. As I grinned at the girls that were getting enamoured by the move, Kyoya glanced down at me. "I can't help but ponder if that was for the ladies pleasure, or for your own."

Kyoya made me uncomfortable. He was handsome and he knew it. With that knowledge he tended to act like everybody loved him. From what I gathered he expected to be loved by everybody. He was use to being adored. How could I compare. I couldn't get two or three girls fawning over me without blushing out of my wits. Perhaps I would have to get used to such things. "I don't go after the silver trophies." I scoffed and walked over to my couch. I knew he had no intention of indulging in my fresh slice of humble pie. At this rate, the entire club would start making the assumption that I was gay by the end of the month.