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"Is Harry picking us up tonight?" Niall's voice only sounds like a whisper over the loud music coming from the DJ on stage. The strobbing lights and alcohol pumping through his blood make it hard to focus on the blonde, but Louis shakes his head.
"No, he has a big test tomorrow, didn't wanna keep him from studying."
Niall nods, signalling he understood. "How are you planning to go home then? Thought you didn't bring money. So no taxi?"
Louis shrugs and winks. If you played your cards right, you didn't need money to go out, that's what he learned over the years.
Harry was always willing to bring them to the club. He was just a sweetheart like that. Then there was the guy at the doors of the club. On his first time coming here, Louis had paid to get in but still stopped at the door to flirt with Jeffrey.
The time after that, he hadn't paid but bat his eyelashes like a minx and it took Jeffrey aproximately 10 seconds to grab his walkie talkie and ask for another guy to come to the door 'cause he was in dire need for a bathroom break. Louis still wonders how they didn't break down the toilets, since Jeffrey was probably one of the roughest guys he'd ever been with.
Poor Jeff always worked on Thursdays and Louis always clubs on Thursdays. And hopeful as he was, the guy still let Louis and his friends in for free.
Once inside, Louis let his hips and bum fix the drinks. As he started moving to the beat, there were always guys who eyed him. And as he looked up through his eyelashes and locked eyes with his prey, it took seconds to get a drink.
"Blonde at the bar has his eyes on you." His best friend's hotly breaths in his ear. "The one with the skinny jeans."
"Got my eye on him. Guess who's my ride home." Louis chuckles, making eyecontact with the lad, silently telling him to come closer.
"That's my cue to go. Stay safe, babe." Niall quickly places a kiss on his cheek before going to the bar.
Before Louis can say bye to his friend, the lanky blonde was in front of him. "Hi, can I get you something to drink?"
An Australian accent, how adorable!
"Before I even know your name? Scandalous." Louis laughs, grabbing the guys bicep with his left hand, giving it a friendly squeeze.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I'm Luke." The guy bites his lip, "what's your name?"
"Louis."
"Well, hi Louis. Can I still get you that drink?" The guy, Luke, daringly put his hand on Louis hip.
"Hm, I'd love that." Louis purs.
Only half an hour, an hour tops, and Louis and Luke are tipsy, Louis' back is against the bar as Lukes arms cage him there. Luke has been staring at his lips for two minutes without blinking. That always happens when Louis drinks cherry vodka, he knows it makes his lips look deliciously red. It always works.
And in for the kill.
Louis stands on his tiptoes. Kissing his way up Luke's neck until his lips hover over the blonde's ear. "Take me, take me home."
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Hope you enjoyed the second chapter! For chapter 2 I decided to upload it once chapter 1 got 10 votes and 5 comments. Let's make that 15 votes and 10 comments before I'll update chapter 3!
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