Random One-Shots

A Night that Changed the Rest of Them

Please please please watch the video. If it doesn't work for you here I want cha to look it up on YouTube... The song is called la vie en rose by Louis Armstrong. I will put an *** where you should start playing it.

Character list:
Brendon Urie as himself
Karen Gillian as Della
Dallon Weekes as himself
Spencer Smith as himself
Kenneth Harris as himself

"My personal favorite is a Vini Bianchi, an Italian white." I said with a pad of paper and a pen in my hand, my serving tray in the other.

"Okay thank you." The woman said. Her lipstick was staining her teeth and her date was seeming really uninterested. "Can you come back?"

"Of course madam." I said flashing her a smile before leaving the warm and crowded room and heading back into the kitchen.

"How ya feeling Della?" Randy said from behind the stove. He's a big burly man with long black hair and a typical Italian guys mustache.

"I need a smoke." I said grabbing my pack of cigarettes from my jacket pocket. I knew they were going to kill me, but really I don't care. I went behind the kitchen being greeted by the cold and crisp winter air. It was December here in California, and maybe for just this once we were feeling the cold. I took out a cancer stick and perched it between my lips, lighting it and taking a drag. God, I need to quit.

"Those things will kill you." A deep voice said from the shadows.

"Oh really." I said taking another. I saw a small glow from where he was standing that illuminated him. He was smoking. The irony. "And you are one to tell me?" I heard his shoes clap on the concrete as he came up next to me. His back hit the wall and he slid down until his butt hit the ground. He was attractive. Dark black hair that fell in his face but was cut close on both side of his head, chocolate brown eyes and cheekbones so sharp they could probably cut. His face lit up again and I tapped my cigarette dropping the ashes.

"You see this probably isn't going to kill me as fast as that is going to kill you." He said pointing his at me.

"How?"

"Try it and see." I took the cig from him and took a drag inhaling the sweeter aromas. It was pot; he was trying to get me high.

"Oh, I see. You know that isn't legal here." I said putting out my own cigarette. I only smoked half each break. Like I said. I need to quit.

"I like to live on the edge." He said before standing up so our eyes kind of met. His were glazed over already with the effect of his joint. "What's your name sweetheart?"

"Della. And you?"

"Brendon."(okay I've been wanting to write a fanfic about him and panic! I just couldn't help myself)

"That's a nice name. Too bad your a bad boy." I said taking a step back. "Now if you don't mind I've got to get back to work." I said shortly before opening the door again and back to the kitchen. I still had a few minutes left of my break. I sat down in the beat up chair next to the coat rack and let out an exasperated sigh.

"How is that scumbag boyfriend of yours Dell?" Randy asked me referring to Kevin. We had been dating on and off for a couple years. It would be bliss and then he would cheat and leave. Then he would come begging back and I would let him because I am a pushover and other reasons I will let you ponder.

"Still a dick." I deadpanned. "He left again this morning."

"You're better off without him Dells, you need to find a nice guy to settle down with not trash like Kevin." He said looking up from the pot of minestrone in front of him.