After Iris Blair disappeared, Brendon Urie lost a part of himself he never thought possible. Iris was the missing piece he had always hoped for. Will he be able to find himself again? Will he be able to find her and tell her how he truly feels?
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Brendon's P.O.V
After I played four more of my songs at Freedom Beat, I gathered my things and left quickly. Janet always tries to pay me, but I always refuse it. I don't need it. I don't think I'd need the money I would get if I did make it as musician either.
It was now past nine and I knew where I wanted to head to next. The B Bar. It was basically routine at this point. Go through the emotions of not having Iris here anymore, get all of them out at Freedom Beat, then go and drown my sorrows in a glass of whiskey at some random bar.
I couldn't stop thinking about Martin and his business opportunity. I wondered how different my life could be, how a change of scenery might be good for me. I love singing and writing music, it was like an escape from everything that was going on. Making a living off of something I love doing? That's priceless.
Don't get me wrong, I love taking care of my dads' casino, I do. But, it's so stressful at times and honestly, I don't see myself doing this forever. I never have. I just wanted to make him proud.
When I arrived at the bar, I parked my car across the street and got out. After making sure the street was clear, I jogged across and opened the door to go inside. Music instantly filled my ears and the clouds of cigarette smoke hit my face.
Running my fingers through my hair, I smoothly walked right up to the bar and ordered a double shot of whiskey. I didn't care what kind, I just wanted something to numb the pain.
Soon after I told the bartender what I wanted, she brought it right to me. I grabbed the glass and stared at it for a few seconds before downing the entire thing in one go while the bartender watched me.
"Rough day?" She asked. I glanced up at her and my eyes averted back to the tabletop in front of me quickly. "More like months. I'll take another." I said while pointing to the glass. She shrugged her shoulders and brought the bottle up, pouring in more of the brown liquid.
As more time passed, the more drinks I had downed. The intoxicating effects of the alcohol were now starting to flow through my veins. My speech began to slur as I asked for more.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a familiar figure sit down in the bar stool beside me. I turned my head slightly and saw Richard sitting down while leaning his arms against the bar. My eyes went back to the bartender who began pouring the whiskey I requested into my glass.
"What are you doing here?" I asked Richard in an annoyed voice. "Just finished up my shift at your casino." He said. "And, what have you been doing all day?" I looked at him with one eyebrow raised and brought the drink to my lips. The decent sized gulp I took burned my throat as it went down. "You're not gonna cut me any slack, are you?" I asked him. "I'm only doing it because I care about you. I want you to look real hard at the path you're taking right now." He retorted. "The path that I'm taking?" I chuckled. "Yeah, the path to destruction." He leaned closer to me, resting his elbow on the bar. "You don't see it cause you're blinded right now. But, you will soon enough if you don't get your shit together."
