Being the son of Lou was really nothing. All it was, was usually being recognized for your name as it was quite literally the name of the bars he ran. You didn't visit the bars very often, not because of your name, but just because you never really were interested in drinking or your fathers business. That streak was broken when you decided to visit the bar at late hours to get a drink after a long day- and saw a group of men beginning to gather in the basement of the bar. No one went in there besides Lou or the bartender. So you got curious and went down there.

The men were gathered around two other men that were fighting, then a man had came up to you. He had introduced himself as "Tyler Durden", and said he was the leader. The man was actually quite attractive and had an interesting view on life and you found yourself feeling attracted to him. Now? You two were dating, secretly. Lou hated the fact that there was a club running under his bar without his consent and the two of them had gotten in a nasty fight.

After the whole ordeal, Tyler had came over with his face caked in blood. You had helped clean him up and patch his injuries that your own father had caused. After that, you two sat outside on your balcony, gazing at the stars together. "You don't have to feel bad." He spoke with a slinged arm over your shoulders. taking a swig from the bottle of beer he had taken from your fathers cabinet. You didn't care. You would lie for him again. Your father had plenty of beer- who cares?