Francis sighed as he reached the tiny apartment he shared with his two best friends, Gilbert and Antonio.

He felt exhausted.

Francis had ridden the subway home, and, when he sat down next to a drunk redhead man (there were no other seats) he had ended up with puke all over him. And the drunk man hadn't even had the decency to apologize! Instead, he'd shaved Francis to the floor, causing a couple of sniggers at Francis's bedraggled state.

His ears were still ringing from his boss's angry shouts. Francis's boss's angry red face swarmed in and out of his vision. Yao, a loyal friend as always, hadn't told their boss about the incident, but their boss figured it out anyways.

His boss really scared Francis sometimes.

The cold of the New York winter stung Francis, the wind tousling his hair. No stars could be seen in the heavens, despite the darkness of the moonless night.

"Amigo!" Antonio's cheerful voice called as Francis walked in, "I made dinner! Let's eat!"

Antonio had come from Spain, and was a wonderful cook. For some reason, though, Antonio seemed to have a weird obsession with tomatoes.

"Thank you," Francis muttered, sitting down at the old, wooden dinner table.

"What's wrong?" Gilbert, Francis's other friend, asked, charging in from the only other room, the bedroom that the three shared, "I mean, other the the fact that you stink and all."

Gilbert was from Germany (though for some reason, he had hung up a Prussian flag in his room), and had a pet chick named Gilbird.

Francis sighed, "Today, I met and lost the love of my life. And someone puked on me."

Gilbert groaned, slamming his head against the wall, "You say that about almost everyone! Er, the love-of-your-life part, not the puke part."

"No I d-"

"Your Chinese coworker-"

"I did not say that about Yao! See, the one I met today-"

"And Antonio's Mexican cousin-"

"All I did was flirt with her a bit! Then Antonio got all crazy and tried to murder me with an ax."

"You even declared your love for a goddamn iPhone!"

Francis sighed, "But my customer's eyes! I fell in love with them! They were emerald-"

Gilbert groaned, "You don't even know this guy, Francis! For all you know, he could be a serial killer."

"Fine," Francis grumbled, "But I will always remember his beautiful eyes!"

Gilbert rolled his eyes, "Let's just eat, okay?"

"Si!" Antonio beamed, "Let's!"

The three friends sat down on their rickety chairs, under the weak illumination of the light hanging on the ceiling.

Francis gave them a quick summary of what had transpired today at Starbucks. When he was done, Gilbert gave a low whistle.

"Man, you really know how to offend a guy," The German snickered, "And here I was, thinking you just 'lost' him because of your stink."

Francis scowled, "I only got puked on on the subway ride back home! I was smelling wonderfully when I met him."

Antonio frowned, "I think a might know this guy you met. His name's Arthur."

Francis shot up in his seat, "Really? That is wonderful news, my friend!"

"He's one of my enemies," Antonio said flatly.

"Oh," Gilbert said, "Scheiß."

11/11/2016

Yay! Another chapter done, with a cameo from the BTT! Don't worry, this won't be the last you see of them.

Still have no idea where this story's going…