the phoenix • {dallon weekes}

Chapter 15- Drunk History

Phoenix

I'm currently in a room with a very drunk Brendon Urie, my brother, who is getting a tattoo, and Joe.

I already got my tattoo, which I got a butterfly.

I was recording Bren when all of a sudden, he started talking about Pete's dick pic.

Oh god.

"It's not a bad dick, let's be real.", he said, and something about that made me burst out laughing on the floor.

"Phee, relax. You're gonna have an attack if you don't calm down.", Dal warned, throwing me my inhaler.

I've had asthma for a few years, and it's led to me having to go to the ER.

After a while, and another almost attack later, we were done and I was still in hysterics.

We were walking back to our tour buses, and to everyone's surprise, Brendon started projectile vomiting.

"Pete, you need to get a picture of this!", I yelled, pulling out my phone as I began cracking up once again.

likeaphoenix: casually watching @brendonurie projectile vomit all over the floor after getting wasted 🍷🍾🍻 @sarahurie come get your man

I was still laughing, when we got onto Panic!'s bus.

"Bren, think fast!", I said, throwing him a water bottle.

"Thanks, Phee.", he replied, opening it and taking a sip.

"Nix, what happened?", Sarah asked.

I then proceeded to retell the story.

(20 minutes later)

"And then on our way back here, he proceeded to projectile vomit all over the parking lot. The End.", I replied.

"Wow.", she smiled.

"I'm gonna go hit the shower, because I'm sticky and the smell of beer has taken over me.", Bren told us.

We nodded.

"It's hotel night, you excited?", Dal asked.

"Of course. I'll be able to sleep in a bed, instead of on a bunk, although I've been doing it forever.", I replied.

"And if you're up to it, maybe we could have some alone ti-"

"La, la, la! I hope you remembered the rest of your band mates are here.", Spencer said.

"Spencer. Spencer James Smith. I bet you that you and Linda have done it at least once while on tour.", I said.

"You were saying, Dallon?", Spencer asked.

We all burst out laughing.

Eventually we got to the hotel, and Dal and I were able to share a bed.

It felt way more comfortable than a bunk, especially getting to share it with the love of my life.

I posted a picture of him sleeping shirtless to my Instagram with the caption 'sleepy boy 💤'

I eventually fell asleep too, to the feeling of his steady breathing.