Where Will You Be Waking Up Tomorrow Morning

I lost count so I am going to just say HI!

Chapter I-Lost Count This is Running My Life- but please comment

We walked around the Las Vegas strip. She was wearing a skirt and half top, and I had blue slacks and dress shirt with a bow-tie. We were both slightly drunk, or more drunk than that probably. I had lost count at 8 vodka shots, and for her I lost count at 6. Basically we were plastered. 

"Brendon...bren.. weshoulddokaroke." She slurred together.

"We tottttallly should, I think this shitty ass bar has it." We walked into the bar. They didn't even card us, so no worries about Alexa. Then we got up on stage, and sang what is possibly the most cliche song ever. Don't Stop Believin' by Journey.

"A smell of wine and cheap perfume... Stranger's wait-" We were singing together, and not that off key for as drunk as we were. Then someone shouted out from the crowd.

"Aren't you that guy from panic! at the disco? and his girlfriend- you by the way are incredibly hot-brendon whatever's girlfriend. I would so fuck you, come down here baby!" The crowd hollered at this drunk guy's taunt to Alexa. He looked like he was about 45. 

"You can only dream of it-like I'd ever touch you." Alexa taunted back. I, even drunk, didn't like where this was going. He got up and started walking towards Alexa. He then stepped up to plywood stage and put his hand on Alexa's shoulder.

"Hey get your fucking hands off me, jesus fucking christ!" She shouted and stepped back, in process the man teared her top off. 

"Listen here fucker, no one touches her like that." I slammed my fist into his face, as the bar erupted into chants of "fight fight." But soon i realized he was stronger than me. He grabbed my arm as I pulled away from the punch to his face. In one twist he snapped my wrist and I yelled. "Someone call the cops!" Then I realized he had a gun. Mother of fuck, we were going to die.

He then pulled the gun on Alexa, right to her head, when someone came up on stage. "Detective Anderson, put the gun down or I'll shoot. I just came out of the bathroom when all this was happening." She looked tough, but the detective was tiny. 

The guy dropped the gun and she handcuffed him. She then told me to come with her partner, Detective Stevenson. He gave Alexa his police jacket to cover her and took us into his car, well police car. They were taking me to the hospital for my clearly broken wrist.  In fact I was unable to move it and the fact that it looked quite deformed, told me right away it was broken. Alexa was shaking and crying in the police car. They were writing her up for underage drinking. 

When we got to the hospital they casted my wrist. Alexa was treated for a few cuts and given some valium to calm her down. I myself choose a lime green cast.  Alexa signed it, along with the detectives. I was now on Percocet. They guy whose name was, Alan Pertrankis, turned out to be on parole. So he was going back to jail. And I was coming down off being drunk. 

The cops drove us home. In fact we signed autographs for Detective Anderson's teenage daughter, and I just wanted to go to bed. And take another Percocet.