Darkest Heart -Brendon Urie x Reader- 7

"It's good to be back!"

Brendon sighed out in happiness, as he swung open the doors and walked inside of the bar, as Sarah and I followed closely behind.

"Hey everyone!"

The bartender shouted, as all the people that were inside turned their attention to Brendon.

"It's Brendon Urie!"

Everyone cheered, and applauded, and the man of the hour bowed graciously, and smiled whole heartedly.

"Sarah!"

Someone called out from the end of the bar.

Sarah's ears perked up slightly, as she looked around to try and find the one who spoke her name.

"Right HERE girl!"

Once her eyes laid onto the figure, she chuckled.

"Natasha! Hey! What are you doing here?"

Sarah asked, as she made her way over to her friend, leaving Brendon and I alone in the middle of the bar.

"Looks like your wife ditched us."

I joked, as I nudged his arm in a playful manor.

"Don't worry, it happens almost every time we go out."

He said, as he frowned slightly while looking at his wife who was conversing with a friend.

My eyes widened, as I tugged his shirt slightly.

"Hey now, don't get so down. You've still got your best friend! And besides, she will join us soon! Don't worry about it."

Brendon looked at me, and smiled.

"Thanks (y/n)."

"Don't mention it B man."

The two then shifted around the room, and found themselves two seats at the open bar.

"You know, this place has an open mic and stage."

Brendon said, as we sat down.

"Oh really?"

I asked, utterly astonished.

"Yea, its right over there."

He pointed to the center of the room, where there was a huge stage with a beautifully polished microphone.

"How did I not notice that..."

I said, completely dumbfounded, as Brendon started to laugh.

"You're SO blind."

"Yea! Well you have a big forehead!"

The two then erupted together in loud laughter, as the bartender came towards them.

"What are you two having?"

"Gin and tonic."

"I'll have a black widow."

"Black widow?"

Brendon asked, as he tried to contain his chuckles.

"What's so funny?"

I asked, as I kicked him under the table.

"What in gods name is a black widow?"

"It's a margarita that's black. Duh."

"Like I would actually know that."

"Well you would if you knew your alcohol properly."

"Excuse me?"

"Yea I said it Brendon."

The two glared at each other playfully, then smiled as their drinks came.

-Timeskip-

-No Ones POV-

The two drank.

And I mean drank.

They wanted to see who could hold the most alcohol, and it seems both of them one.

Due to the bartender cutting them off, after there 12th drink.

"B-Brendon."

(y/n) stuttered, as she placed her hand on her drunken friends shoulder.

"You're drunk my friend."

"Yeaaaaaa."

He slurred, as he pushed my arm off and pointed at me.

"Well you are too."

"Whatever...."

The two then drunkenly giggled, and Brendon put his arm around (y/n) absentmindedly.

"You know..."

He began, as he leaned close.

"My wifeeee, left us here. She left with her bitch ass friend."

He said, rather angry.

"She's a cunt."

"But it made me realize something."

(y/n) looked up at him, and smirked.

"And what is it?"

"I don't love my wife."

"What do you mean?"

(y/n) asked, as her eyes widened.

"She loves me. But not in the way she used to..."

He trailed off, as he looked down at the ground in sadness.

"H-Hey."

I stuttered, as I placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't think like that B-Brendon."

"But it's true..."

The two of us become dead silent, as we just sat and stared at the floor.

It seemed that our bartender noticed and he slid us some water.

"You two alright?"

I nodded my head, and chugged down the water while Brendon did just continued to stare at the ground without moving.

"ATTENTION EVERYONE!"

The loud noise startled me, as I looked over to the center of where the noise came from, I saw a man standing on the stage in the middle of the bar.

"Tonight we are having open karaoke night, and we have a special guest that has joined us here tonight!"

The entire crowd murmured, as the lights dimmed in the room, and a large spotlight shown on the stage.

"Our customer/performer that had came into this very bar and preformed when he was just starting out his career, and tonight he is back celebrating the release of his new album Death Of A Bachelor!"

All the girls in the room started to squeal, as I groaned out.

"Brendon Urie everybody! Is here in this room tonight! And now is your chance to impress him with open karaoke tonight! And hopefully he makes an appearance on this stage later tonight!"

The entire room erupted in squeaks, shrieks, and loud conversations.

I looked over towards my friend, and saw that his head was still down and sulking.

"Brendon..."

I nudged his shoulder.

"Cmon. You don't want me to make a fool out of myself to make you happy do you?!"

I said, now aggravated.

"Fine."

I stood up.

"This is to make you feel better."


I saw people starting to get out of there seats and slowly head towards the stage and I snarled.

"Time to whoop some ass.."

I mumbled as I grabbed a random nearby drink of alcohol and chugged it.

My legs started to go from a walk to a sprint, then into a full on run, as I past screaming fan girls and first onto the stage.

"Hello lil missy! I saw you ripping through the crowd, your a feisty fan aren't you?0

"You could say that."

I said with a triumphant smirk.

"What will you be singing tonight?"

"The good, the bad, and the dirty."

"Alright! I wish you luck!."

The man said, as he hurriedly exited off of the stage.

"Hit the music."

The spotlight shown directly on me, as the music started.

I skipped the first part of the song, and the people in the crowd looked at me as if I were stupid.

Once the actual verse came I felt a new part of me coming out.

Mostly controlled by my drunken self.

-No Ones POV-

"Truth is that it was always going to end, the symphony buzzing in my head~"

(y/n) sang out to the crowd of people, as her hands danced across her clothes in a sexy and scandalous manor.

Brendon couldn't help but state at his friend with eyes wide and unblinking.

"Fucking beautiful~"

Brendon muttered, as he took a drink of water and watched the rest of the performance.

Suddenly he felt his pocket vibrate, and he reached his hand in and took out his phone to see his wife calling.

His eyes stared dully at the phone, until Sarah went to voicemail and he threw his phone behind him and into a waste basket.

"I'm not your toy anymore Sarah...."

He muttered, as he then continued to watch (y/n)'s performance with a sly smile.