1920's

The music filled my ears as I sat on the barstool. My legs dangled down, my crimson red heels swinging back and forth occasionally. The room filled with a strong smell of alcohol and cigar smoke. Curtains that hung from the windows blew slightly from the light breeze. It wasn't until I heard the jingling of the bell above the door that I turned around. A man with a strong jawline, a gray fedora, a fitted waistcoat and a long, dark jacket complimented by black slacks with accentuating pinstripes. He readjusted his tie before sitting down beside me, pursing his lips.

"Whiskey on the rocks, please." he spoke with a charming, deep voice that could lull any girl like me. He reached up and took his fedora off, putting it on the bar top. I brought my glass to my lips and took a slow sip without taking my eyes off of this tall glass of water. He twiddled his thumbs while waiting for his drink. The bartender placed it down with a clink and without hesitation the man lifted it and took a sip, placing it down. He made an exaggerated "ah" sound after. He cleared his throat and looked toward me,

"Whatz'a pretty girl like you doin' out in a place like this so late?" he asked, turning his body to face me. My cheeked flushed red a little.

"Oh, uh. Nothing." I answered,

"Nothin'?" he frowned, "Nah, youse gotta' be here for somethin'." He shook his head. I shook mine.

"Nothing. So, what's your name, handsome?" I flirted, batting my eyelashes.

"Brendon. Brendon Urie." he answered. I gasped and thought back to all the various headlines I've read. 'Brendon Urie and his gang successfully rob yet another bank.'
'Brendon Urie, the infamous criminal, avoided the police once More.'

"Yeah," he sighed, taking a sip of his whiskey, "That's me. Now youse listen here, pretty face." he started. I furrowed my eyebrows, "I don't want to see you bein' with men like me. We're bad news, sweetheart." His chocolate brown gaze burned into mine.

"But, I'm right here with you now?" I said.

"Yeah, but I ain't goin' to be here much longer." he picked up his glass and spun it a little, making the brown liquid swirl.

"Why's that, buttercup?" I inquired.

"I'm givin' up," he said, "I'm done with the crime. I'm lettin' them take me away." I turned to him and, while smoothing my skirt, I said,

"But, why? You're one of the most well known criminals out there. You're a legend." He shrugged,

"Eh, not up for this life anymore," he smiled with a hint of sadness. Sirens sounded in the distance, "See? They'se already on their way." he picked up his glass and finished it in one swig. The light shone through it and onto the bar top, creating a rainbow. He spun on his stool and stood up. I followed.

"Don't go." I whined. He smirked and turned to me, pausing for a few seconds. His eyes flicked between mine as if he was trying to speak but couldn't get it out. He opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it after, dismissing his thought. His expression softened,

"I don't believe I got your name, pretty lady." He held out his hand. I placed mine in his palm. His skin was calloused from years of work.

"Isabelle." I smiled and curtsied, using my freehand to lift my skirt a little. He smiled genuinely and leaned over, placing a kiss on my hand. His lips were soft and warm, I could only imagine them on mine.

"Well, pretty lady," the sirens grew closer, "I must be off now. It was a pleasure to meet sucha' fine woman." He reached over and picked up his fedora, placing it back on his dark brown hair.

"Good luck, Brendon." I smiled.

"Oh, darlin'. Trust me, I won't need it." he grinned and opened the door, stepping out. Through the windows I could see the sirens flashing and I could hear them getting closer until they were outside the pub. I wanted to step out there and help him, but my feet felt glued. I pushed and before I could stop it, I was standing right beside Brendon with my hands up, just like him. He confusedly looked toward me, motioning for me to go back in.

"She with you, Urie?" an officer with a gun pointed at the two of us asked.

"N—" he started, but I cut him off. With a little more confidence,

"Yes. I am now."