inferno // l.s.

eighty one

prepare for a lot of dialogue but it's worth it. unedited for now because i'm too excited lolol

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"who is that fine ass man i see?"

louis smirked as he walked towards the bar, lifting his sunglasses off of his head and tucking them into the collar of his muscle shirt.

"still got a ring on his finger. damn." marshall sighed and slouched against the bartop. "where's the hubs?"

"he's comin'. mason caught him outside."

"i see. what are you even doing here?"

"what, you don't wanna see my pretty face?" louis pouted. "fine. i'll just go-"

"ah, you stop right there." the long haired bartender opened the side door and rounded the corner. "bring your pretty little self over here and give me a hug before i bash my head into a wall."

chuckling, louis stood on his tiptoes to give his old coworker a tight hug. it was good to see him. granted he just saw him a little over a month ago at the wedding, but that was a month ago. he has his marshall withdrawals sometimes.

"you smell good. what is that?"

"hazza got me some perfume while we were in france. i forgot the name of it but i am obsessed."

"shit, i am too. come back." marshall smelled his shirt with a teasing grin. "smells like my future babe right there."

"watch it."

"if you need a third, i'm game."

"now how many times do i have to tell you to quit harassing my boy, marsh? don't make me cut that sweet ponytail off in front of him."

louis' eyes widened at the threat made by his husband. "ooh, he means business."

"i may be in recovery from my violent ways, but i wouldn't mind a small relapse." harry patted his husband's bum and gave marshall a hug. "it's good to see you. you've gotten shorter."

"fuck you."

"make sure lou's okay with it first."

"marshall's a top," louis informed.

"that's okay."

harry pulled a barstool out for his husband and made sure he was comfortable in his seat before standing behind him. he rested his hands on louis' tanned shoulders, giving them a gentle rub and squeeze.

"are we drinking this evening?"

"just a beer for him, please," harry hummed. "i'll take a water."

louis thanked his friend as his bottle was opened and handed to him. he did a quick cheers with his hubby before taking a sip and leaning back against harry's torso.

"so what brings you guys to this shithole?"

"i missed it," louis confessed. "and we still had time to kill before we had to go back home, so i figured we could come visit for a little bit."