A Thousand City Lights ➳ l.s

Chapter ➳13

 Guess who's back? Back again? Larry's back. Tell a friend. 
Hello frondz. After nine months I am here to finish ATCL. Once and for all. I got a new laptop for Christmas so I guess that means more writing? More updates? More /frequent/ updates? Yes, yes, and yes. Okay, enjoy.

Song: Kamikaze - Mo (Has a good beat for this chapter) 

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The drinks were unknown. Just like the feeling of intoxication. At least to Louis. Drinking was so foreign and a misleading concept of one's personality. However when Louis told Harry this during their first round of shots of the unknown substance, Harry just laughed and shook his head.

"Louis, I know your personality. Whatever happens, happens. No judgement." he said. But Louis just hoped that the next morning that that would be true.

By their third round, along with a couple of beers and mixed beverages, Louis' vision was blurred and he became a little incoherent. He kept running his hands through his hair out of nerves. Louis attempted to turn around in his seat at the bar but it only made the room spin more. Someone grabbed his wrist and even in his drunken state he recognized the cross tattoo.

"Come on!" Harry yelled over the band that had come in and began to play just a half hour earlier. Louis liked the way the lead singer had dressed.

Harry pulled him along, squeezing through the sweaty bodies that bumped and grinded against each other. Harry could feel his heart pounding so rapidly against his chest with every step he was afraid it would burst right out of him when he got to the door.

But once outside of Henry's, the fresh air felt cool and strong against his skin. He stuck his nose in the air and smelled the city air. He wanted more.

Harry turned to look at Louis who was still trying to balance himself on his own feet. "I have an idea," Harry slurred. He wasn't sure which had more of an impact, the alcohol that the bartender have given them or the adrenaline rush.

"Oh, God." Louis said. He hiccuped and placed his hand on the side of the building. Then he laughed. "Nothing good ever comes out of that sentence."

Harry grabbed Louis' wrist again and dragged him along the sidewalk. "Just shut your drunk brain up for one second and let me handle this." They both laughed so much their stomachs started to hurt.



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"Come on, man!" Harry begged. "Just this once? I really wanna get this."

"I'm sorry, sir. I refuse to tattoo anyone who comes in here intoxicated under any substance. I have my reasons." 

Harry had found a tattoo parlor that did walk-ins. The guy who had been the only one in there and also the owner, was tall and strong. His muscles were easily outlined by the sleeves of his shirt which was torn in some places and covered in skulls. His neck and hands were all tatted, giving him a more tougher look. 

"We'll be back tomorrow," Louis said, giggling. 

"Sober." The man said, rolling his eyes playfully. He escorted the two drunken boys out of his parlor and even waved them a cab. 

"At least he was nice about it." Louis said as he was on his fifth attempt to buckle himself. Harry laughed so hard you couldn't even hear him, let alone think he was getting enough oxygen. He tried to help Louis, but ended buckling his seat belt into the wrong buckle.