Chapter 155: The Three Buske-teers (3)
"It’s so hot. San Francisco never gets this hot. How do people live like this? Why do people live like this?" Vishal complained while holding a cold water bottle to his head as he flopped onto the small table in front of him.
His handsome face was dotted with sweat, and his thick hair had begun sticking to his skin.
"Slurrrrrrrrrrrrp! Is it?" Ari asked while sipping the slushy he had gotten from one of the staff members.
They were seated in the outdoor seating area of a hotel casino, waiting for the production staff to set up what they needed to busk.
Unlike the usual March temperatures in Las Vegas, which were usually around 75 F (23 C), it was close to 100 degrees with the sun blaring down on top of them, as people busily walked through Fremont Street.
Some tourists stopped to take photos of them, as seven handsome boys and one person wearing a strange green mask gathered in one location and lounged together while a film crew set up the necessary cameras and equipment to film for the next two hours.
They were curious about what was going on, but seeing as it hadn’t started, some people walked off.
"Truly, I don’t understand why you’re not sweating in the tracksuit and that mask. I’m boiling and I’m wearing short sleeves."
"It’s cause I’m so cool."
Well, it was because of the otterly adorable tracksuit, but nobody needed to know that.
At Ari’s dry joke, Mathew frowned as he fanned himself, "Eww. Never joke like that again. But, seriously, what’s taking them so long? We’ve been sitting for 30 minutes already."