guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 1

Brendon Urie was well known around his town. He was twenty-two years old, and the life of every party, every weekend, and even weekdays as well, on some occasions. He didn't work, instead he lived off of his trust fund. He spent his time getting drunk and trying to forget about his ex: Ryan. Living the life, right?

The small town of May County was forced to deal with the wrath of Brendon and his posse of angsty teens and young adults, the damage ranging from graffiti to vehicles crashed into Walmart. Yep, that's right... Pete Wentz had managed to crash his Honda into the front of their local Walmart last winter in a desperate attempt to impress Mikey Way with his 'professional doughnut skills'.

Tonight was a night much like any other; Brendon and his group of predominantly LGBT friends were planning on going to a huge party at some huge house in Tony Estates. Brendon couldn't remember who in the hell he was friends with that managed to get invited to this party, but he didn't question it as Gerard drove towards mansion-ville.

This group consisted of Brendon Urie himself, along with Pete Wentz, Mikey and Gerard, Frank, Lindsey, Andy, Sarah, and Patrick.

The nine members of the Elite Club of The Elite, as Brendon calls it, were squeezing into two cars: Gerard's and Pete's.

Brendon almost never drove his own car. He'd much rather be taken places by his friends. That way, he can drink all he wants and not have to drive home afterwards. This left only Gerard and Pete; the only others who owned a car. Gerard was the oldest of the group, aging in at a whopping twenty-five.. meaning he had his own car. And house, for that matter. Pete only had a car because his mom spoiled him, and every time he wrecked, he was supplied with a new one. Fucking spoiled brat. Not that Brendon could talk, but he wasn't exactly spoiled by his parents in the same way Pete was.

Brendon sat in the back seat of Gerard's cheap 'Baby-Mama-Honda', (a name chosen by Mikey) the shotgun seat having been called by none other than Gerard's boyfriend- Frank Iero.

Brendon didn't mind though, he was sitting next to Patrick, who was funny enough to keep him entertained for the entire ten-minute ride to Spencer Smith's massive house. Brendon had met Spencer Smith once, and he was completely unaware of any of his friends who knew him any better. But here they were, driving to the man's house for a party.

When they pulled up, Brendon was the first one out of the vehicle. He popped the trunk and grabbed his black bag filled with two huge bottles of vodka, along with Crown Royal and Fireball. Just the typical 'I wanna buy some alcohol for the party, but I drink every day and don't want to spend all my money' collection.

"Brendon! Hey!" Spencer called from the kitchen, and Brendon followed his voice in search of somewhere to set the drinks. Spencer remembered him apparently, which was maybe a little strange. Perhaps he and Brendon had had some kind of drunk connection at a party that Brendon didn't remember, and Spencer did. Whatever. He spotted a table filled with several cases of beer, along with countless bottles of other substances. There was probably enough liquor to give a herd of elephants alcohol poisoning.

Brendon greeted his apparent friend, and began to pour himself a drink. There were several people here already, only a few of which he didn't know. He guessed that this was because all the College kids from the next town over just got out of school.

He walked back into the living room where he saw Pete and Mikey, sitting together on the couch. Mikey wasn't so much of a partying type, he usually sat back and got drunk while he watched everyone else do stupid shit. That meant that Pete did the same because let's face it; Pete loves Mikey. Head over heels.

Suddenly he was met with Spencer, standing right in front of him with another guy standing beside him. "Bren, here's one of my friends from Burg, he just got out of college." Spencer said. The boy he was talking about extended his hand towards Brendon, who gladly shook it. "I'm Ian." The guy said, and Brendon smiled. "Brendon." He replied.