The Slut and the Falcon.

Before {Kalani}

ay before Em was leaving; her flight was at 11 o'clock the next morning so they were trying to squeeze in a couple drinks before she needed to sleep off the alcohol. Kalani just wanted coffee, shockingly, and Em was addressing the fact Kalani could potentially go home with someone, but she wouldn’t because she was doing so well.

"Kal," Em's rant had begun in the cab on the way to Marcus' bar "I'm trying to spend as much time with you and Hayden as possible. I'm not gonna let some hot piece of ass take a minute of that time away, and you’ve come so far. You promised, remember?"

Of course she remembered, it happened after a very short lived pregnancy scare. Kalani tried laughing, quickly dismissing the idea with a heavy heart.

Hayden was meeting the two girls at McKal's (a combination of both Kalani and Marcus' names), which was their go to destination if they wanted a more relaxed evening. Usually they went to this club called Linson where Hayden and Em could make out in the bathroom while Kalani could people watch.

It really was a win-win situation.

When they showed up at the bar, Marcus was hard at work behind the counter with his fiancé Janet waiting the few small clusters of tables. The two took their business very seriously; it was their baby.

It was a very well kept place; they played a variety of genres over the shitty speakers (except country, at Kalani's request) at a low volume and kept the decor very simplistic. They had this framed article written about their bar by the New York Times called "Canada's Best Bars" (They were number two) It was written to promote Canadian tourism or soemthing like that, and in response their business flourished.

"Kal! Em! What a surprise!" Marcus called, once he noticed the girls.

"Marcus! How shocking to see you here." Em mused, while taking off her, very much real, leather jacket.

"Lovely as ever Miss Mavericks, what can I get you two ladies?” Em ordered them both a beer, a brand Kalani didn’t care to remember. She couldn’t really focus on her brother’s and best friend’s conversation because there was a boy staring at her.

 A very good looking boy.

 He was wearing a burgundy beanie on top of feathery, light brown hair. His baseball tee exposed his wrists, which were so carefully littered with tattoos. Basically, he was beautiful. He was beautiful and he was staring at her. Then she remembered Em was standing right behind her, so he was probably staring at her.

 Sliding carefully and slowly closer to Em, in attempt to not make it obvious, she whispered in her ear.

“Em that guy over there’s staring at you.”

 “Oh for Pete’s sake!” Em exclaimed, loud and obvious. “This is why I’m a lesbian, Marcus your species is all vultures.” Marcus just laughed as Em slid him a twenty in exchange for their drinks. Turning down boys gently never worked in the past, so Em just threw a dramatic fit whenever a boy was barely even checking her out. It really worked like a charm, especially whenever she threw in 'lesbian'.

 Em wasted no time in grabbing the the drinks and moving back towards a booth, swaying her hips as she walked by the boy with Kalani close in tow. As they passed, he reached out and grabbed her arm, sending little tiny chills up her nerves.

 “I was staring at you, incase you wanted to know.” Up close Kalani could tell he had stubble, something she never knew she found attractive until now. It gave him the perfect scruffy look that balanced out nicely with his soft eyes. It should really be illegal for boys to have eyes that nice. Also he was British, which instantly made him more attractive.