Betting on Love(USUK)

Chapter 1

As I got the last drunken man out of the bar I heard Francis, a blonde Frenchman, yelling in his first language, making me ask, "what is it, chap?"
"Ah, Arthur. I'm just vraiment fatigué." The blue eyed male wiped his forehead and began to loosen his tie.
"I understand, I'm exhausted myself." I responded, since it had been a long night hosting at my bar.
"Oui, but we still need to clean." Francis leaned against a poker table and threw his tie off, making it land on a lottery machine near by. The machine was out of order at the moment, since many junk people had used it in the past few months that we've had it. The lottery machine had only come out a few years ago so, it was no surprise when everyone ran to it once I had it. Luckily though, we were smart enough to buy three of them instead of one so, we get a lot of customers.
I walked over to the bar to get a clothe, and wet it, so, I could start to clean off the counter top. I sighed softly as I cleaned off the bar, then looking up at Francis, who I caught staring at me, curling his hair with his finger, "is something wrong, Arthur?" The flirty Frenchman asked, fluttering his eyelashes. This was normal for him to do, and he knew I wasn't interested. Plus, gay marriage is still illegal in England so, even if I wanted to marry him, which I really don't, I couldn't. Though, Francis was only joking around with me, like usual, because he knew we were both attracted to men.
"Stop being a lazy, slimy frog and help me clean." I told him as I scrub roughly on a tough stain in front of me.
"Pardon, Arthur. I did not mean to get you en colère." The bearded man gave me a fake frown and walked over to the janitors closet, unlocked it and taking out a broom. As Francis began to sweep the floors I started to clean off the tables.
This was another slow, rainy night, just like most are in London. Luckily, my home was connected to my casino and bar, for it used to be my fathers, and grandfathers, bar years ago. For Francis though, he had to walk out in the rain to get home, "Francis, may I ask you something?"
"Oui, what is it?" His blue ees met my green ones as he looked up at me.
"Why is it wrong to like the same gender?" I gave him a curious and upset look.
"mon Dieu." The French blonde shook his head and had his hand on his forehead, all dramatic, as he usually does, "Monsieur Kirkland, you are fou for asking such thing."
"I just wonder sometimes, Francis."
"I know, Arthur. I have known you for your whole life."
That made me groan, "don't remind me." I roll my eyes and continued to do my cleaning.
Once we finished cleaning Francis grabbed his things, put on his coat and preparing his umbrella, "bonne nuit, Arthur." He opened the door then waved, smiling as he left and walked away. I waved back as I watched, before closed the door behind him. Once the door was closed I turned off all the lights, locked the door and cash register, as I usually did to close down shop. I then yawned and made my way to the door to my home. On the other side of the door there were stairs that went up. I walked up the stairs and yawned, once again, while stretching.
Today was very busy since it was cheap Wednesday, the day we have all the alcohol on for 25% off. Sometimes Francis and I regret the choice of doing cheap Wednesday but, once we see the money we earned we change our minds. We always get a lot of rich people in on Wednesday nights, along with elders, and a few younger people with a few dollars to spend. Our bar allows ages from sixteen to ninety-five, which was another idea that we sometimes regret.
Once I got upstairs I walked into my dinning room, noticing I left the light on and turning it off immediately. I went to my bedroom and laid in my bed. Once I got comfortable I turned off my lamp, and yawned one more time as I closed my eyes, falling asleep.