Walking into this bar had a strange sense of familiarity to it. The only difference between this bar and the one back home, was the neon. Neon lights illuminated the entire room, any and all other forms of light nonexistent as the glow from the purple and blue lights bounced off of the darkened walls. It made Brendon smile to himself.

He could really get used to this.

He walked into the main area of the bar with his head held high, confidence radiating from him as he placed a one hundred dollar note on the bar and told the bartender to give him a whole bottle of his finest whiskey, and to keep the change for her pretty self. The woman behind the bar blushed furiously, but complied with his wishes. He was then handed a bottle of Balvenie Doublewood whiskey, imported straight from Dufftown, Scotland; at least, that's what she told him.

Brendon happily took the bottle from the flustered tender and went to a fancy cushioned booth in the back center of the bar, giving him a perfect view of the ever growing crowd. He didn't have his eyes set on anyone in particular, but he just had his eyes on high alert for the right one to come along.

Won't be long now.

* * *

It's been over three hours and Brendon is still seated in the spot he's been in since he arrived. He's watch new people come, old people go, and even watched an entire birthday event take place for a girl who - he assumes - has just turned twenty-one. The whiskey is half gone, but Brendon can't feel any of it sinking into his system with how much hope has left him since arriving. He sighs heavily, tightening his jacket around him a bit as he goes to stand up, looking ready to leave just as a man approaches him.

"Is this seat taken?" The question was soft and sincere, almost as much as the smile the accompanied it. Brendon smiled back at the younger looking male, loving the way his crooked teeth seemed more than perfect and fit his face so well.

"No," Brendon replied smoothly, his smile reaching his voice. "This seat is definitely not taken."

The brunette male smiled even wider, nodding his head gently as he sat next to Brendon. "I've been scouting all night," he said, leaning closer to Brendon and raising his voice slightly to drown the music. "I was about to give up until I happened to see you over here. How long have you been here?"

Brendon chuckled softly before replying. "I've been scouting, too," he said honestly. "I've been here for around three hours. I was about to give up, too, but I'm pretty sure the prettiest boy in the world just happened to notice me at the right time."

The other male smiled brightly, ducking his head bashfully before speaking again. "You think I'm the prettiest boy in the world?"

Brendon turned and looked at the smiling boy, mimicking his face. "It's very possible."

The small brunette man tilted his head to the side, smiling in playful thought. "But," he started softly, "is it plausible?"

Brendon smiled wider than ever before, offering the bottle of whiskey to the man who took it graciously, taking a swig of the amber liquid. "I'm Brendon," he said seductively into his ear. "Brendon Urie."

The pretty boy next to him shivered at Brendon's voice and the way his breath had fanned against his skin before turning to face him. Their noses were just an inch apart as he took his bottom lip between his teeth, gnawing seductively before releasing it and replying to the man in front of him. "Tyler Joseph."

Brendon liked Tyler.

* * *

**SLIGHT SEXUAL CONTENT**

The moans of the two men echoed through the empty bathroom, the cubicle they were hidden in becoming increasingly hot and cramped as Tyler tried to push his hand past the waistband of Brendon's faux leather pants. "Wanna get these off of you," he spoke through breathless kisses and heavy moans.

Brendon shook his head slightly trailing his mouth down to Tyler's neck. "Not here, baby," he said lowly. "You deserve much better than a quick fuck in the bathroom stall." Tyler whined in the back of his throat, tilting his head back against the tile wall as Brendon sucked dark purple and red bruises into his skin. "I have a hotel room we can go to," he continued in a hopeful voice, his lips still attached to the pretty boy's throat.

Tyler shook his head back, not daring to pull away as Brendon's mouth continued to work on one of his multiple bruises. "I-I've got a house," he rambled out shakily, his small hands gripping onto Brendon's biceps as he ground their crotches together, his skin feeling hotter and hotter with each passing second. "I live alone, and outside of town. No one to hear us no matter how loud we get, and no one to bother us at all."

Brendon mulled over this idea. His hotel room was conspicuous, and if he made Tyler scream while he was preforming, it would definitely draw too much attention and he would for sure be caught. Tyler just gave him a safe haven of sorts, and he didn't even know it.

Brendon smiled against Tyler's neck before nodding gently and pulling away from the boy. "Did you drive here," he asked as he fixed his hair and his clothes.

Tyler shook his head as he smiled back at Brendon, his swollen lips glistening with saliva as his hands went back to grip Brendon's hips. "I took a cab down here because I didn't know if I'd get too drunk to drive or not."

Brendon chuckled softly before nodding and pulling Tyler by the hand out of the bathroom and out of the club. They crossed the parking lot to Brendon's vehicle in an excited silence, Tyler sliding into the passenger and Brendon in the driver's seat before starting up the engine. He placed his hand on Tyler's thigh, squeezing gently before pulling away form the parking lot.

Tyler leaned across the console, breathing hotly into Brendon's ear before whispering as seductively as he could. "I'll make sure to make tonight a night you won't forget."

Brendon smirked to himself, unreasonably aroused by Tyler's obliviousness as he squeezed his thigh even harder.

"I'm sure you will, baby."