Brendon Urie is the owner of Vegas Lights Casino. The biggest, most luxurious casino Vegas has to offer. Iris just moved to Las Vegas to pursue her dream of working there. What she didn't plan though, was them falling in love with each other.
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*WARNING: This chapter contains triggers that may include PTSD symptoms and/or domestic violence/ assault. Please read at your own risk.*
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Iris's P.O.V
I pushed the sunglasses that I had on closer to my face to hide the bags under my eyes from lack of sleep and the hangover that I was rocking. After I fell asleep again last night, no new nightmares occurred thankfully. But, I was severely lacking sleep. We had checked out of the hotel and were now waiting at the airport to get on our flight home. It was currently six thirty in the morning, way too early for me.
"How long do you think we're gonna be waiting this time?" Richard asked Simon and I. "I think they said about an hour." I said. "Can we please go get some coffee?" "Yeah, I need some caffeine too. Simon, do you want to come?" Richard asked. "I'm alright. I'll stay here and wait."
Richard and I walked away and headed towards the same little café that we stopped at when we first got here. The sign that had 'Rise and Grind' on it came into sight and I felt myself perk up a little. We stood in line behind three other people waiting themselves.
While we waited, we made small talk with each other. "So, do you think the casino has burned down yet?" Richard asked me. "Without us there? Maybe." I laughed. I rubbed my temples with the tip of my fingers to try to get the pounding to go away. "Nah, I'm sure Brendon is handling it just fine." He chuckled.
We got our coffees after some time and were sipping on them while heading back to Simon. Richard got a regular black coffee while I got a regular coffee with creamer of course, along with two extra shots of espresso. Lord knows I'll need it.
We sat back down in our seats until it was time to get on the plane. I couldn't wait to get back to Vegas and see Brendon. I also couldn't wait to get out of the same state as Ian. The more miles between us the better.
After waiting a while, our flight was called and we made it onto the plane, sitting in the same spots as the first time. I plugged my headphones into my phone and put my playlist on shuffle. I listened to music while resting my head back, hoping that I could catch up on some sleep.
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I came home after a long shift at the coffee shop, ready to take a hot bubble bath. I got my keys out and unlocked the front door to my apartment while also carrying two cups of coffee in a drink tray for Ian and I. Once I opened the door, I was met with Ian who was sitting on the couch with a beer bottle in hand.
"Hey baby." I said in a soft voice, scared to say anything that might send him off the deep end. "Don't 'Hey baby' me." He scowled. "Where were you?" He stood up and walked over to me. "I just finished up at the coffee shop, I brought some drinks." I said, holding the tray up with a small smile.
Before I could react, Ian smashed his hand on top of the tray, knocking it to the ground. I looked down at the now spilt coffee, seeping into the carpet. My eyes made their way back up to meet Ian's, that were looking down at me with rage.
