"sorry, tongue costs extra." -- KISSING BOOTH.

[Anna]

Their booth was by no means a modest one. If Sebastien Lenoire and Haley Badger took on a project, they would go all out. Sebastien had taken care of the administrative junk—he had a feeling that if Haley had been the one to speak to their Headmistress, he wouldn’t have exactly censored himself about their intentions. Seb, on the other hand, had crafted a mock proposal, pitched it to the Carnival committee, and it passed with flying colors. Oh, Sebastien Lenoire, such a good little bullshitter.

The week leading up to the carnival had been spent preparing their booth. Of course, only about an hour or two of that time had been put toward assembling the booth—the rest of it was spent more or less cheerfully making out on top of art supplies. However, when they weren’t busy making a completely different type of art, the boys worked diligently on making their booth the most obnoxiously attention-drawing, colorful thing that would probably ever grace Eddingborough’s Fall Carnival.

If ever Sebastien and Haley had decided on a mutual goal for the school year, being as obnoxious as possible was definitely near the top of the list. And their little booth would help them achieve it, no questions asked. ‘KISSING BOOTH’ was written in large, sparkly, multi-colored curly-q’s, and under it, a menu of ten different types of kisses the boys offered, with lengthy descriptions, diagrams, and their respective prices. In respect to their theme, all the kisses were given original names to add to the obnoxious factor. The simple French Kiss, for example, was modestly named Le Lenoire Spécial.

(At the bottom of the sign, "We hold the right to refuse service to anyone," was written in small letters, because honestly -- there were just some people at Eddingborough that Seb and Haley couldn't be convinced to lock lips with. Really, now, these were classy boys.)

How did they get this booth approved by the administration, you ask? Well, they didn’t. Sebastien’s proposal, so excellently drawn up, had suggested a humble booth for fortune telling and palm reading, which the Carnival committee had found simply delightful. But really—who really thought the two boys would keep their word?

On the first day of the carnival, the two boys sat, pleased as punch, behind their eyesore of a Kissing Booth, and waited. No matter what teachers tried to shut them down, Sebastien had full intention of staying here the entire carnival. He wasn’t exactly sure how he’d be able to charm his way out of this one once they got caught, but what was the use in planning ahead? It would be a good test of his ability to think out of his ass.

Beneath the table, a shameless hand was sneaking up Haley’s leg. “Badge, you have to promise not to be a baby today,” he told him seriously, playfully rubbing at his thigh and tossing him a wink. “As in, no whining when you’re completely ignored and neglected in favor of my irresistible lips. D’accord?”



ooc.
Once Alicia posts, it's free game for anyone who wants to join in (:

[marriedinthesunx]

To be perfectly honest, Haley didn't think the Kissing Booth would ever be more than just a silly idea outside of a couple of kisses shared in Sebastien's bed. How the Carnival had managed to slip in with their regular conversation, which was usually about other boys within Eddingborough or the educators, he did not know. It had been a sunny Friday afternoon, classes had ended but yet they had found their way back to the blond's bed, both boys sprawled out and attempting to get their homework done. One would argue that the homework they had only required fifteen minutes to complete, but after multiple 'brain breaks' such a task turned into an hours worth of work.

That mouth was too addicting.

So charging for a couple of fleeting minutes against full lips just seemed like a brilliant idea. Everything must have fallen into place after that. Gosh, he hadn't the slightest idea of who's idea it was, but it was official that the both of them had joint custody of the plan they had hatched. It had been confirmed that Seb would be the one in charge of running it past the teachers. After all, it was no secret that they preferred the handsome Lenoire boy over his counter part, the rude and uncensored animal known as Haley Badger.

The booth had been relatively easy to prepare for the Carnival. They had borrowed paint and glitter and all of that wonderful sticky stuff from the art room and had spent a couple of afternoons perfecting what would be known as the most popular event of the Carnival. Who in their right minds would pass by without checking their pockets for change? Some of the teachers would probably really have to contain themselves. (Or so a rather conceited Haley liked to think.)

Having the right to refuse services? That was another joint decision. Because surely, there were some boys that the two of them couldn't, even with their eyes closed, kiss. This was really just a nasty game of humiliation and highway robbery. One day Sebastien Lenoire and Haley Badger would really get what was coming to them. Until now? They would happily, and carelessly reign, as Eddingborough's pretty people.

There was no getting around it; their booth was perfect. From the attractive fonts, to the coy diagrams that they so carefully managed to design together. Gosh, it was as if they were looking for some sort of punishment these days. There just wasn't enough to do in the private school and now they were anxiously trying to make fun for themselves. Now this idea? It seemed it would top anything else they could possibly hatch up this year.

Fortune telling. How fun! How cute! How positively unlike the two of them. There was a phrase that came to mind: "If it's too good to be true, it probably isn't."

So the day arrived at the Carnival, the two of them perched in not a Fortune Telling booth, but a rather exuberant Kissing Booth instead. They sat side by side, grinning ear to ear, absolutely delighted with their own brilliance. How very typical.

Haley, who had been in a bit of trance, hazel eyes caught on groups of boys who were eagerly racing around the festivities. Attention was grabbed, however, when a warm and familiar hand came down upon his thigh. Body shifted, turning into his companion and smirking at the not-so-subtle put down presented to him with a big red bow. "I'll try not to tear up," he assured, leaning forward and nipping coyly at his best friend's ear. "But I can't promise you anything."

Gosh, he could have said something nasty.
But it really wasn't in him to take bait today.
This was a first.

[Anna]

It was really only a matter of time before they got shut down—once the first customer lined up, no doubt more would follow, but at the moment, most of the boys were milling around, either staring blatantly at, or looking pointedly away from, their booth. Obviously, no boy wanted to be the first.

Either that, or there weren’t that many boys at Eddingborough who would want to kiss them. However, that was hardly an option. Sebastien knew that not everyone in the world was on board with the beautiful thing that was making out with other guys, but really, who could say no to the two charming men currently seated behind the flamboyantly coloured booth.

Personally, Seb couldn’t wait for the first moment when a teacher caught on to what they were doing. The idea that they would have to calm down whatever unfortunate adult who first caught them was even more delicious than the idea of whoever he might kiss that day. Their whole booth was more of a business venture, a means of stirring up shit, than anything else. Sure, he wouldn’t mind a few kisses, but he had Haley for that. Whatever lips he got to taste today would simply be the icing on the cake of their brilliant idea.

“I have tissues in my pocket if you need them,” he muttered, rolling his head so he could capture the mouth that was playing so wonderfully at his ear. “And no getting jealous,” he added onto his list of rules. “Are you sure you’ll be able to share me?”

[marriedinthesunx]

He had been eying a boy for some time now. Apparently this boy, who was as skinny as a string bean, had been watching the pair of them for over five minutes, hands jangling nervously in his pockets. It was obvious, the gangly looking body with the chocolate brown hair was debating whether or not he was prepared to kiss either one of the beautiful boys residing behind the florescent booth. Leave it to Sebastien Lenoire and Haley Badger to create the most obnoxious display of all. They were encouraging eyes, and when they had the underhand? God, they were just playing to get caught. A perverse goal one would say-- most would agree.

Lips puckered slightly, as if to encourage the timid boy who was no doubt jangling change within the comfort of his goddamn pants. Were the boys here seriously that shy? He had a hard time believing that, and some minor irritation seemed to crease on the eighteen year old's features. Those dark, but sculpted eyebrows had now furrowed together and yes, it did take a lot of concentration, but he did manage to pull his attention off of the bumbling second year who was paralyzed in spot. Did that kid even register the fact that Haley was staring right the fuck at him? Gawking? Jesus.

Lean, cat like body was still aligned close to his companion, the desire to be touching at all times becoming a bit overwhelming. What he thought to be his personal space had been robbed of him the moment he met Sebastien Lenoire, his best friend, and sinfully attractive counterpart. The closer the better and one of these days, if he wasn't careful, he might just drown in all of this. The humming of the carnival was currently lost on him, eyes fluttering shut and burying his face for a moment against an intoxicating neck and scoffing at the mention of the tissues on hand.

"I'm pretty sure that won't be necessar-" lips were cut off by an inviting mouth, and for a moment Haley sat sedated. As if that mouth alone could hypnotize. Honestly, with a couple of steamy lip locks, and a good shake of hips-- the notorious brunet would step in line. It wasn't fair that the other used these methods on Haley. Quick, casual kisses screwed up his game, sent him into a state of brief confusion and then into a state of relish.

After all, when had this ever been so easy?

"Stop flattering yourself, Sebastien," Haley warned in all seriousness, turning into his friend and appearing quite solemn. "I would hate for your ego to suffer a massive disappointment." A pause, a moment of sheer pleasure before chuckling. "Besides, who are you kidding? I'm devilishly good looking, charismatic, and dark haired-- people absolutely cherish the darker haired boy. It's fact."

It was no such thing.
Haley delighted in lying on the spot for his own amusement. Sebastien, most certainly, was well acquainted to this fact.

"So the real question is," Haley countered, "will you be able to share me?" Another kiss was offered with a quick lean forward. A tangle of lips before cocking his head back and glancing out of the corner of his eye and meeting the attention of that jittery brunet all over again. A coy smile curled on those full lips, body stretching luxuriously over the booth and barely noting how his untucked dress shirt rose right above his belt line.

"Baby, are you going to leave me hanging all day?" A shout out to the, now, frozen second year-- who had in one remarkably courageous moment, lunged behind another display. Gosh, any way to rid himself of Haley's accusing eyes and his expectations.

"I might have to whore you out for free for a while, Lenoire. Nobody is biting."

[Sarah]

[[xD Dear Lord. I'll have to throw in Anthony soon to intervene. If all is all right with you two? ^^ And, then have Jasper tell him to calm the hell down or something. -shrugs-]]

[Anna]

This concept of being inseparable with another person was a foreign one, but Sebastien wasn’t about to fight fate. Before meeting Haley Badger, if anyone had so much as suggested that he would grow dependent on the physical contact of some boy, he wouldn’t have believed them. Always his ways had tended toward more free-spirited, and never had that led him to stay with more than one person for very long. But they had a system that worked, and that system allowed them to be glued to each others sides when they wanted, and to run off with other boys when the mood came along.

It was a beautiful arrangement.

He rubbed up against the other as he followed Haley’s lead, nearly staring down the other boy, eyebrows dancing as if just daring him to step forward and take a shot. But he quickly lost interest. Haley’s lips were so much more inviting than the awkward, indecisive teen in front of them, and Sebastien simply adored throwing Haley off with quick, poorly timed kisses.

“I don’t deny that you’re any of those things,” he said, rolling his eyes. “But you are sadly deluded if you think brunets are favored over blonds.” He flipped his head dramatically, but his neatly kempt hair didn’t move much with the movement, only flopping onto his forehead.

“We’ll see if I even have to share you,” was the simple response before Sebastien turned his attention back to the slowly growing carnival. Maybe Haley would have to whore him out. Not that the blond would mind. He had half the mind to throw the taller boy onto the counter and have his way with him, by way of demonstration. It’d be a conceivable advertising technique, wouldn’t it?

Instead, he cupped his hands around his mouth so his voice would be amplified as he called out, “First five customers get the addition of tongue free of charge!”



ooc. Feel free, Sarah (: The boys could always use a challenge.

[marriedinthesunx]

It was truly bizarre how Sebastien's sex appeal never seemed to wain.This was the sort of phenomenon that intrigued the brunet-- the sort of study he was certain could be an addition to some educated journal or something. After all, most people had an off day-- a day in which their hair might be unmanageable, or their skin isn't quite as clear as they'd like, but not his companion. It had been weeks since they had first met and in that time, Haley was quite certain the other hadn't even had anything caught in his teeth. It was as if the other was some sort of sexy wizard. (These were the offhanded thoughts that he'd keep to himself lest he wanted to be teased all week.)

What had brought on this epiphany? The simple shake of that hair did more than enough to encourage such a thought process. Dark eyes seemed to light up at the prospect of a challenge and a smile couldn't be resisted when he once again humored himself in on his situation. Fate had put them under this kissing booth. There was no other possible explanation as to their friendship. Both boys came from entirely different worlds and to suddenly have each other as their worlds, instead? Shocking.

Eyes grazed back over to their previous position-- his second year still nowhere to be seen. What a shame, he was pretty certain he could have robbed the other out of a little more than ten, but no more than fourteen dollars. However, as his mind waltzed over his options, it appeared that the boy beside him had his own plans to remedy their booth's inactivity.

"The addition of tongue?" He repeated, turning into the blond, a single brow raised. "Free of charge? Sebastien Lenoire, you really have to run financial ideas past me before you go ahead and shriek them from the roof top. I am your partner after all. I should be very stern with you." The smile on his face betrayed any such notion.

The bait had been set, and suddenly boys were seeming to step a little closer, however-- nobody was quite ready to be the first. Body stilled however when he noticed of a familiar sorry sight. The skinny, bright eyed, blond haired first year, Ernest's pet, seemed to have left the cotton candy stand. The sticky blue stuff was being pressed enthusiastically in his mouth, lips taking on a particularly endearing tint.


Kissing booth? Gosh, he didn't even seem to take notice of the stand the love of his life was sitting behind. It was only when he approached, eyes wandering childishly over the displays did he catch sight of Haley and Seb. Color instantly burned into his face and a cautious step back was taken. Perhaps he should go the other way. (After all the poor boy was in search for more sugar. It wasn't as if he had deserted poor Ernest.)

'Good,' thought Haley to himself, when he saw the disgustingly sweet boy shift back. If they could avoid that kid-- all the better.

[Anna]

Sebastien turned to the other, crossing his arms over his chest, and fixing him with a look that clearly said, "You're really going to pick a fight with me?" Of course, it was in jest, but Sebastien was far more talented at keeping a straight face than this smiling companion. He raised his eyebrows, returning his gaze with a bored expression until he was done speaking.

"Really, Badge? Here's what I think. I think that I'm the brains of this operation, and that you can just hush your pretty mouth." As if to further his point, he leaned forward and kissed the boys mouth closed, making sure to nip spitefully had his lip. When he broke apart, he eyed the crowd around them, grinning like an asshole when he saw that it had grown since his .. financial proposition. He raised his eyebrows innocently at Haley. "Oh, would you look at that?"

He scanned the group that had assembled around -- alright, in the general area of -- them, leaning forward on his palm and puckering his lips and winking at various bystanders. From the looks of it, he was going to let Haley have the first go. No one in the crowd particularly caught his eye, and so he'd gladly offer of Haley's lips for the taking.

But then his eyes landed on him. That squirmy little blond from the bathroom. Kida. The one that idolized both sides of his split personality. If ever there was a God, this was surely a gift from him, wrapped up in a shiny, blond, first year package. Sebastien stared him down quite obviously, no doubt smoldering him with his very gaze.

"You," he said, extending a finger and motioning him forward with his best Come Hither look. "What'll it be, handsome?"

[marriedinthesunx]

"Well to be perfectly honest," Haley began after those full lips had appropriately hushed him, "I think you're a little too up on yourself. I have a hard time believing that you alone are responsible for all of this." Sure, sure. But the truth was that when it all came down to the honest truth-- Sebastien was the leading force in their relationship, and Haley was more than happy to come along and every now and then would offer a nugget of brilliance to their infamous relationship.

'Oh, would you look at that?'

Haley didn't have to look to know what had caught his friend's attention. It took form of Nakita Peterson, the sexually starved, overly concerned fifteen year old who may as well have been the bane of the third year's existence. Seb was aware of this, of course, and like an obnoxious prick, the boy had to go ahead and try to shove the poor kid in as many awkward situations as possible to merely piss Haley off. A bored look was offered to his companion, the eighteen year old merely rolling his eyes and drumming his fingers against their table. God. Why him?

Funny, the very same thought seemed to be racing through Kida's head as well. Sebastien Lenoire was his God. The fatally attractive third year who, on occasion, would wear his tie strung up around his forehead after an afternoon of passionate sex. And there he was, all sex appeal and smiles and it seemed to be all directed at him.

Little Kida who only wanted to get some sugar.
Little Kida who would rather not be noted in a crowd.

But that hand beckoned him and in he was reeled until he was right up to the booth, standing in front of his golden deity. "I..I'm just supposed to get some sugar.." He squeaked, cheeks burning red and Haley leaning far over as if there was some sort of threat to his gag reflex.

"I..I don't think I need anything.."
What did he really want?
Wasn't it written in his eyes?
Le Lenoire Spécial would certainly be number one on his list.

Haley was going to vomit.

[Anna]

Even though he was still one hundred percent aware of the boy beside him (and his delicious, infuriated reactions), his attention was now fully on the boy in front of him. He knew Haley was probably just seething beside him, no matter how bored and nonchalant he wanted to look as Sebastien prepared to lock lips with his least favorite person in the world. He would literally be kissing the enemy, and winding Haley up and providing the younger blond with a sessions worth of stories, all in one go.

The bright faced first year certainly was lucky; he'd ventured away from the safety blanket of Ernest, innocently searching for sugar, and on the way, he'd found something much sweeter. Once again, Sebastien was able to appreciate some of what Haley might've seen in Ernest -- the nervous squeak coming from his own victim was just so inviting. It begged him to take advantage of him.

He continued to ignore Haley beside him, though the corners of his lips twitched as the boy made a show as if he were going to vomit. Haley trly was a girl sometimes, and if he had not been concentrated on his new toy, he would've surely turned to tell him so.

Luckily, though, his attention was on Kida, and Sebastien didn't have to suffer through whatever punishment came with calling the other a girl.

"Surely there must be something," he said, gesturing to their elaborately drawn menu, but keeping his eyes locked on the smaller boy's, thoroughly determined to make that blush deepen. "Take your pick, and I would adore to serve you."

[marriedinthesunx]

Haley couldn't quite tell you why he was tolerating this elaborate scheme, but he found himself unwilling to leave his seat. Despite the fact that the first year made his skin crawl, it was far more entertaining to watch the damn thing squirm a bit while in the merciless clutches of Sebastien Lenoire's proud smile. Kida Peterson was doomed and perhaps the brunet could stake out for the next three minutes to see just exactly this would unwind. Saying this, however, the eighteen year old certainly wasn't about to be pleasant about their situation. That blond bastard beside him would pay for this little trick.

The busy grounds suddenly seemed to halt in activity now that Kida had braved himself to the booth. He was fractions away from a coy and cool Sebastien and it appeared the student body was all waiting on their lips to meet. After all, once the faggoty first year did it, then the rest of the students would follow in suit. It was never a light task to be the first. This was a lesson that was currently being learned with the assistance of the Golden boy.

Little Kida couldn't be bothered to do this. He hadn't the necessary brain work to function properly and the smile of his therapist alone was enough to leave him dough-headed. The money in his pocket, a good two twelve dollars in coins rattled within the jean, but the fifteen year old took no notice to it. It was becoming abundantly clear that he wouldn't be permitted to leave until he did cough up his change and if not-- well, it appeared that the other could probably work something a little more persuasive on him.

Bright, ocean blue eyes traveled once more of the set diagrams and after a moment of hesitation his finger pointed down at number six. This particular picture wasn't quite as elaborately drawn as the rest and appeared quite chaste. If his dream boy was going to kiss him in front of a crowd, he definitely wanted something quick and sweet. Clearing his voice stubbornly, Nakita began. "N-number s-six, but I..I really do have to hurry o-off.." Kida explained, reaching into his pocket and handing over two dollars.

It appeared at any moment now, the small boy would just combust. It was a good thing he slid over his money before that happened.