The Slut and the Falcon.

Introduction {Louis}

Louis.

Everyone has his or her “thing”. Mine was parties, as stupid as it sounds. I loved the thick aroma of alcohol, sweat, and smoke that seemed to be present at every party I’ve ever attended. The grungy lighting, the music that was always three notches too loud, and most of all, I loved the people.

 Everyone that came into the fraternity was different; I wanted to meet every one of them.  The ones with heads of colorful hair and bodies covered in tattoos, the cocky bastards who thought they were better than everyone else because their parents paid for everything the owned, even the rugged druggies that never showered, or at least smelt like they never did.

 My history with parties started with my uncle, what with him owning a very large chain of nightclubs. He always used to tell me the same thing every time I asked why he did what he did (spending his entire inheritance from his dead great aunt along with his entire life savings on opening a single night club)

 “Louis, just about every person in the entire world wants to be something great. And when they've failed, and everyone will fail at least once before getting anywhere, they’re going to need something to take their mind off of failure. I’m just giving them an environment to make them feel better.”

 He then proceeded to tell me that if I did well in school and when I was old enough, I could help manage them. My dad hated the idea of me co-owning nightclubs (claiming that they were completely unnecessary) but I hated him so it all worked out. 

 Somehow, despite my constant complaining, I was currently seated in some bar called McKal's waiting for Zayn’s girlfriend Perrie to show up.

There was a party at the Frat house right now, but they refuse to go because it was Monday and they wanted to ‘catch up’ (even though we all lived together and knew every detail about each other’s days)

 “Dude that’s your third scotch.” Harry, my other best friend, attempted to take the glass out of my hand. “I’m not on duty tonight, and I really don’t wanna have to take an extra shift just to get your ass to the hospital.”

 “Relax H, my alcohol tolerance is so great, it’s unheard of. Besides, I don’t know if I trust you enough to let you drive the ambulance while I’m in the back.” I joked. You would be stupid to not trust Harry, he finished his EMT-B exam with perfect results and he could operate an ambulance like it was his second nature.

 Harry just punched me lightly in the arm and rolled his eyes, because if anyone knew how good he was at his job, it was Harry.

 “Evening boys!” Perrie slid into the booth next to Zayn, who was currently drinking his Strawberry Daiquiri  (“shut the fuck up Louis, it tastes good.”) Perrie didn’t hesitate to give Zayn a quick kiss on the cheek before turning her attention to me. “Louis I know that’s not your first scotch. I’m not riding in the ambulance with you when you need to get your stomach pumped.”

 “Oh shut it Edwards. It’s only my third!”

 “Yeah but three more, and we WILL need Harry to drive the ambulance.” Zayn commented. I fingered him before downing the rest of my drink.

 “You wankers really need to loosen up.” I grumbled. They all chuckled, assholes.

 “So how was everyone’s day?” Perrie chirped, loud as always. Harry groaned in response.

 “Awful. I had to listen to a three hour long lecture on CPR.” Knowing Harry, he probably loved it. His version of doing something great was trying to save people who were on the brink of death. Of course, one time he was doing working training shift and he lost a little kid who got hit by a car. The first place we went was to one of my uncle’s nightclubs, and he left feeling a little bit better.

 “Shut up Styles, we all know you loved it.” Perrie said, causing Harry to roll his eyes.

 “Okay maybe it wasn’t that bad, but I learnt CPR in the tenth grade, and I don’t think I could forget it that easily.” He continued to talk about how often they have lectures on CPR, but I zoned out. I needed another drink.

 Sliding out of the booth, I walked over to the bar. It was a wood finished thing, with a sheet of glass on the top probably for when drunken people spilt their drinks. Definitely a smart move on the owner’s part.

 “You want another, man?” The bartender, a guy probably in his late twenties who was cleaning a glass with a hand towel, offered.

 “Wow you know me so well.” I chuckled “Yes please.” The guy smirked, before turning around to pour me a fourth scotch. Maybe my friends were right, I should probably stop drinking so much. The guy slid over my drink, and it took sheer will to not down the thing back.

 I just really wanted to party.

 “Kal! Em! What a surprise.” The bartender shouted out of the blue. It caused me to jump a little and bang my hip on the bar, which I was currently leaning against. Out of interest, I glanced at the entrance to the pub to see who ‘Kal and Em’ were. 

 I found myself staring at the oddest combination of girls I’ve ever seen. One was wearing a large, light grey tee shirt with the Red Hot Chili Peppers logo on the front and a pair of ripped jeans that looked one size too big for her tiny frame. The other was dressed like she was thirty seconds away from walking down a runway in more ways than one. She was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

 Red Hot Chili Peppers girl, not Runway Model girl.

Now the real question is when I'm going to update this. 

(Vote please cause that'd be nice :)

Does anyone even write Louis fanfictions anymore? I feel like they went a little extinct.