Goodnight Socialite ☆ Brallon

Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time

By the time Saturday night finally came around, Brendon wasn't even thinking about how he was going to act, or what his friends would think or anything. He was just excited to hang out with Dallon again. That was clear too, since he'd had Halsey turned up loud for the entire five minute drive.

It stayed that loud up to the very last second-- until he saw Dallon standing outside his place of work and, in one swift movement, turned the volume down to less than half the previous number. Dallon started walking further away from the shop, out toward the street, when Brendon got close.

And yes, Dallon did conveniently have to work that night, but he managed to convince Hayley to let him off early. It was important, he assured her, and he
never missed work, so she allowed it. She'd also met Brendon one day when he was in, and she could tell Dallon really liked him. Or so she claimed, as Dallon argued that there was no way he was so transparent that she gathered that in under five minutes. She simply rolled her eyes at that.

"How'd you know it was me?" Brendon asked when Dallon opened the passenger door, probably referring to the way he reacted to seeing the car, as if he'd recognized it.   

"Who else would be parking in front of an obscure café at eight pm in a Cadillac? Because it's definitely not someone just stopping in for a coffee." Dallon explained with a laugh as he shut the door and buckled his seatbelt (because there's nothing lame about seatbelt safety).

"Okay, true," Brendon shrugged, nodding. He was mostly just watching Dallon smooth down the front of his short sleeve button down in the glow of
the street lights as Strange Love faded off to silence.

It was Troye Sivan's voice at the beginning of Fun that jolted him back into reality-- that made him remember that, oh yeah, drive.

And of course, Dallon yelling something like, "oh my god, this is my shit" also got Brendon's attention.

"Dude, you like Troye?" Brendon replied almost excitedly with a smile as he finally put the car back in drive.

"Oh my god, I love him. Okay, I mostly just love boys who write songs about boys. I love boys." Dallon went on, only to add after a short pause, "Wow, that was gay."

"Yeah, it was." Brendon remarked. "But relatable, honestly."

It was about a ten minute drive to the place, one they were sure to spend the entirety of singing along to Troye Sivan. Dallon didn't expect that to be the first time he heard Brendon sing in person, but he was glad it was-- hitting non-existent high notes in EASE and getting the rap in for him. spot on, then of course spending the remainder of the song laughing about it.

They both probably would have rather stayed there driving than gone to the party, really. But there were people expecting Brendon.

Nonetheless, they turned up to the bowling alley giggling, attached at the hip on the walk from the parking lot. They stopped before walking through the doors though, and the last laugh died off.

Brendon thought about saying fuck it. He wanted to hold Dallon's hand and walk in like that, without even worrying about it. He wanted to keep being a happy as he was on the drive there. And he knew that if he walked in like that, no one would even bat an eye. They were his friends, and they would be cool. Hell, the host of the party was gay.

Still, walking in like that was just an idea-- a mere spark of a concept that crossed his mind for no more than a few seconds as his hand hesitated over the door handle.

The door then quickly opened along with a heavy exhale, and Brendon walked in with Dallon to his left- a casual, platonic distance between them.

It was clear that Spencer spotted Brendon from across the room right away, as he ushered him over with a wave. Brendon smiled and glanced at Dallon, almost reassuringly, before walking over.