That night I couldn't concentrate at all. All I could do was pour drinks and pass them to the people who wanted them. People would talk to me and I'd only answer with nods, not actually knowing what they were saying.
There was a man, laughing as he spoke to me, he was talking about some cat he saw on the road... I think. He seemed to be a bit tipsy but I couldn't fully tell, "Arthur, mon amie, are you alright?" I turn and see Francis, worried. I just nod, "you seem a bit perdu ou confus."
"No, really Francis, I'm alright, I'm just tired." I put my hand on his shoulder and he looks at it then at me, "apologies." I take my hand off him.
"I think I know what's going on, Arthur." He raises his eyebrow at me then looks at the pool table where Alfred and Matthew were playing and laughing, I look as well. Alfred looks up from the table, before taking his shot, and winks at me, making me blush slightly. Francis looks at me, "I think you and that American are having une affaire d'amour secrète." He nudges me with his elbow.
"Nonsense, Francis. Now let me get back to work." I turn and help a lady get her drink, I could see Francis smiling in the corner of my eye.
"Avez-vous eu des relations sexuelles hier soir, Arthur?" He asks in a slight whisper, making me blush more. He laughs, "I knew it." He pats my back, "Félicitations à vous, mon amie." I roll my eyes and continue doing my job.
I finally tried to concentrate so I could take my mind off of what Francis told me, I even tried not to look up at Alfred. It was running through my mind anyways though, the fact that Alfred and Matthew were basically criminals. They cheat. They steal. Who knows what else they could be doing. Though, either way, I still can't get enough of him.
I look up at him and smile slightly then stop when I notice a bobby walking up to Francis. The officer pointed at the two blondes and Francis looked at me worried, I looked at Alfred and Matthew and see them start to panic out of the casino. They were soon out of sight and the bobby ran after them, "this is the police, put your hands up!" He yelled as he ran, making everyone else started to panic.
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FanfictionArthur Kirkland, a 23 year old man, lives in a small town and works at his family bar. Next door to his home he has an old friend, who is three years older then him and has known since they were kids, named Francis Bonnefoy working with him in the c...
