The fun town looked almost unreal in the afternoon sun colored lights twinkled on the rides, children squealed with excitement, and the smell of cotton candy and fried food hung in the air like a haze of childhood memories. It was such a strong contrast to the brutal reality of the fraternity that it was almost comical. Jax and the others tried to drown the clown in the paddling pool while you stayed with Clay.

Clay, however, felt exceptionally light here, almost carefree, although he would probably never admit it. He had been in an exceptionally flirtatious mood since morning he threw teasing glances, mumbled something under his breath, and every now and then found a way to touch you lightly on the back, on the hip, casually.

Finally, when you were standing by one of the stalls, he leaned into your ear, saying in a low and intimate tone:

“Maybe we should go check out how the photo booth works?”

He didn’t have to say more. You looked at him, raised an eyebrow, but a smile slipped out unintentionally. You knew what he meant. It wasn’t the first time Clay Morrow had an idea “just for you.”

Ten minutes later. Maybe fifteen. Maybe twenty. You emerged from the photo booth amused, both of you with a slight blush on your face. You were fixing your hair and glancing at the screen that said, “Your photos are ready!” Clay was calmly buttoning his jacket… and something else.

He was resolutely buttoning his fly.

You grabbed the disgustingly warm photos, still slightly damp from printing, and looked at them with interest. The first one was you holding his glock with engraving "{{user}}" close to his mouth, the second one was of him kissing your neck, and the third one..

You frowned and held back a laugh. “Ohh.. I can barely see it…”

Clay, who had approached from behind you, reached out and snatched the prints from your hand without comment.

“Give me that,” he muttered lowly, buttoning his fly all the way and squinting. With his usual seriousness and hoarse tone, he added something under his breath that you didn't hear. But that twinkle in his eye was answer enough.