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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Iris's P.O.V
Lia and I finally made it to the club after walking for what felt like an eternity. We had ordered an Uber but, the jackass thought that we were drunk out of our minds already just because we were laughing a little louder than usual and having a good time together.
When Lia got an attitude back with him, he eventually shooed us out of his car, speeding off when we did so. We agreed to just walk the semi-short distance and enjoy the warm, humid night as the moon's light lit up the streets.
Even though we're not in Vegas, where the nightlife bursts with vibrancy, the streets in Laughlin were no different minus the thousands of people. That's one of the reasons why I chose Laughlin to move to. Not too many people resided here, which meant I could keep an eye out for Ian here kind of easily.
I tried pushing the thought of Ian out of my head so that I could try to enjoy the last night Lia was here. I hated that she had to go back so soon, but her demanding job beckoned her. I can't even begin to imagine what it's like working for such a big name, let alone Donatella Versace herself.
As Lia and I were walking the streets, it never failed for us to at least get one cat call from some creep lingering in a dark corner. "Hey there, pretty little ladies. Where you going to all dressed up like that?" The random man asked. "Hopefully over here in my lap right?" He laughed obnoxiously. "You fucking wish you slob. Now go crawl back into the dumpster you came from." Lia yelled while flipping him off. "Fuck you too!" He yelled back. "In your wildest dreams, scumbag." Lia retorted.
Lia and I picked our pace up until we were around the corner and out of sight from the cat caller. I didn't know how much more derogatory remarks I could take from slimy old men. It was becoming such a drag. I don't think I even dealt with it this much in Vegas. And that was saying something.
After we crossed the street and in front of the club, we were met with a decent line that seemed to move pretty quickly. I was just hoping that we could find a table to sit at. My feet were ready to give out.
When we made it to the front of the line, we handed our ID's over to the bouncer and he quickly handed them back, allowing us to go in. Lia and I then walked past him and into The Dance Club, where the music blared and lights flashed in different directions.
The further we walked in, the more crowded the place became and the more I wanted a drink. "Where's the bar?" I asked towards Lia. "I don't know... oh! Over there!" She yelled over the loud music. Lia grabbed my hand and led me to the bar. I took a look at my surroundings as we made our way through the crowded area, bumping into the occasional bystander.
It was still pretty early into the night, which meant people were still sober and energetic enough to go onto the dance floor. We got lucky and a group of people at the bar left their seats to go do just that. Following Lia, I sat down in the bar stool next to hers and waited patiently for the bartender to notice us.
