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When Orion was roped into volunteering for the valentines day festival, he groaned in protest but his friends promised that he would enjoy it. It did not help that they kept guilt tripping him into it by holding the fact that it was raising money for a children's hospital. They did not tell him much other than that in the beginning, only calling him to help build the booth whenever he had free time between classes. They seemed surprised at how well he could handle a hammer and nails, really wowed them when he slapped on the red paint. Does he give others such little faith in him? They finished the night before the festive with the promise of pizza and beer, and when they parted they left him with the instruction to just come looking handsome and carry ChapStick with him.

The festival was taking place all over New Orleans, but his booth was going to be set up in Bourbon Street. The area was buzzing with life as couples and families alike walked around. Booths littered the sidewalks and brought business to the shops. His eyes catching the familiar booth as his friends waved him over and couldn't help but laugh as he read the bright red letters that read "Kissing Booth". "Seriously?" he asked as he walked up to them, noticing the line already. He took his place behind the booth, flashing a toothy smile to the first customer. He knew it was going to be a long day when his first customer offered to pay 10 dollars if he would take off his shirt.

What the hell, it was for a good cause. He pulled his shirt and felt a chill instantly hit his skin, rolling back his shoulders to puff out his toned chest for his viewers. With a roar of catcalls and clapping, he watched as purses and wallets opened up. This was going to be interesting but fun, leaning closer to plant his first kiss of the day on the cheek. After an hour and some, he was ready for a break. His stomach was growling for food over sex for once for he tapped out with one of his friends and started to wonder to find a food truck.