charloft - Sunday - Kissing Booth [kinda meta]

[ramblinmann]

Randall sighed. Getting out of work for the week didn't meant getting out of public appearances. So Sunday morning brought him to the park, sitting at his radio station's booth. It was a sunny day and many folks were out and about. It was one of those walk to raise money events, and several companies had taken up space near the starting line. To not only promote the event, but also help raise money. Some booths had raffles, some sold food. But not Randall's. Nope. Sure, they had a couple raffles going, but the main event was the kissing booth. And Randall was sitting center stage. He really would have preferred to walk to raise the money, but his boss had insisted this would be better.

Randall leaned back in his chair and looked over at Charlie. "You know, I bet you could raise a lot more money than me," he smirked. "Handsome devil like yourself."

"Sure," Charlie grinned. "I probably could. But it's you the public knows and loves. Want some chapstick?" Charlie pulled a tube from his pocket and tossed it at Randall. Randall rolled his eyes and leaned forward in the chair, as the booth was opened.

( link to comm thread for my own reference.)