Lucien could not deny that he would miss this past town, but he knew it was also time to move on. He was happy that he was able to take to the road again with Faolan on his side. He realized that he was thankful for the time they spent in between towns, away from the cities because there were no eyes to watch them. They could be themselves and be just as happy in each other's company, and while it was unfortunate to be unable to hold his lover's hand in the public eye, he made sure to appreciate all the time they had behind closed doors. 

Despite the offer Faolan had given him for time off, he had refused it without hesitation. He hadn't really been working as hard as he had because they were in need of money.. it had mostly just been a way to distract himself. Taking time off would only leave him with nothing to do, and he didn't just want to sit around while the Irishman was off working. Instead he had offered to simply put the extra money he had earned away as.. emergency money, and they continued their usual work routine instead. 

He was glad Faolan had obliged his want to visit the west coast. Considering all the travelling they did, they had covered a lot of the United States already, he figured it didn’t hurt to get to see the rest. They usually traveled with no particular destination, Lucien had always been fond of getting to see new places, why not do some sightseeing while they were at it? 

The town of Douglas had provided them with that sort of opportunity. They had just left their lunch date, which Lucien had quite enjoyed. The nephilim enjoyed Faolan's company no matter what he was wearing, but he couldn't help but find the man incredibly attractive when he dressed up a little like this. He found every excuse he could to attempt to get him into that sort of clothing, this was one of those times. 

Walking through the streets, the Frenchman was wondering where they should head next. It was then that he took note of a colorful poster he had just stepped on. It seemed the wind had knocked it off the bulletin board it had been hanging on. He stopped his walk and picked it up, tugging on the Irishman's sleeve to get his attention. The advertisement he was looking at was from a circus, and one that had traveled back from Europe at that. He looked up at Faolan, excitement reflecting in his eyes. 

[color=burlywood]"Would you like to pay this place a visit with me?"[/color] He asked him.