///Brendon Urie Imagines///

The Lounge Singer

After hours of crying and deleting old photos, I finally decided to get out of my room. But I wasn't going to leave without feeling damn good about myself. I did my hair and makeup and slipped on the red dress that always drove him crazy. I didn't know exactly where I was going, but I had to leave this room. I heard music coming from the elegant lounge right near the entrance to the hotel. A breathtaking voice accompanied the song, and drew me into the dark room. 

It was getting later in the night, so by now most of the guests had gone up to their respective rooms. Still though, there were several drunk guys sitting right in front of the small stage and a few couples spread out at different tables. I ordered a glass of something with a fancy name and sat myself in the back, taking a good look at the room. One of the most beautiful people I'd ever seen was standing on stage with his eyes closed, nailing the final notes to a song before it ended.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, this is my last song of the night. Here's 'Death of a Bachelor', hope you enjoy." The singer signs for the music to begin and looks around the crowd. Him and I lock eyes, causing my breath to hitch. He smirked before singing the first few lines. I feel heat rise to my cheeks as he stares intently at me. I haven't gotten this type of attention in a very long time. He starts getting really into the song and spins the mic stand around.

My heart flutters when he hits a very high note, one of my few weaknesses. He notices my change in composure and shoots a wink at me. The music dies down and the small audience cheers for him. I raise my glass at him and flick my head to the side, signalling him to come here.

"Okay! Thank you guys for sticking around all night and listening, you all were great. Once again I'm Brendon Urie." He shakes hands with a few of the drunk men and thanks the band for tonight. His eyes fall on me again and he hops off the stage, stopping at the bar and ordering a drink before sitting down next to me. His eyes trail my body and he bites his lip. 

"So, what's a beautiful woman in an amazing red dress doing alone at a hotel bar on a saturday night?" He questions, moving slightly closer to me, and placing a hand on my thigh. I want to tell him to stop, but I haven't felt like this in so long, I was high off of his attention. 

"And how do you know I'm here alone, Mr. Urie, for all you know my boyfriend could be coming down here right now." I make sure to add a wink to the end of my remark to make sure he know's I'm kidding.

He leans in towards my ear, his hot breath giving me goosebumps. "I know you're here alone, because if I was your boyfriend, we'd be in the room and that dress would be off," He hotly whispers and presses his lips to my jawline for a brief moment. "What's your name, gorgeous?" I barely get the words out before his lips meet my neck again, making me grip the table. I pull his head up and push our mouths together, moving perfectly in sync. I lean back against the wall, letting him take the lead. He's an expert at this, he could be a certified kissologyst. I realize I'm enjoying myself a little too much when my nails dig into his shoulder blade and he lets out a soft moan. 

I push him away slightly, now feeling very embarrassed and self-conscious. He gives me a confused look and sits back. "I can't do this, not right now, not right here," I confess, "I'm sorry, Brendon. I can't." He takes a quick sip out of his glass and looks back at me, still not understanding.

"You aren't here with anyone, that means you're here for like business, right? This hotel is like exclusive for couples and business trips." Wrinkles appear on his forehead and he flips his hair back. 

"I'm here alone because I couldn't find anyone else to go with and I didn't want to waste the money. I planned this trip months ago for me and my boyfriend, but he left me and it was too close to get anyone else to come," I admit, feeling ashamed of myself for letting this get as far as it did. "I'm sorry, I'm just not ready to hookup with random hot guys yet." He thinks for a second before looking down a smiling. "What?"

"You think I'm hot," He giggles to himself. I smile back at him, knowing that my cheeks regained the bright red color. "And that's fine, I've been there. I'd be fine just sitting here talking to you." 

"Oh, well that's rather different. Normally guys ditch you if you don't put out." 

"Well I'm certainly not a normal guy. Not in a creepy way, definitely not. You know what I mean." Now it was his turn to blush.

"So Brendon, do you live around here? How'd you snag this job with pipes like yours?" He smiled at me again, feeling completely flustered.

"I uh, yeah, grew up right around here. Summerlin. And thank you, but I've only been active for a year or two now. I don't exactly have my own band so it's hard for me to start up. But I enjoy these small venues, it keeps my stage fright at bay. Where are you from, Y/n?" 

The conversation continues and I felt myself get more comfortable talking to him. He's so sweet, much more than my ex ever was. My hand lands on his and I decide not to move it away, I didn't mind getting a little bit more flirty now that I knew him better.

I quickly try to suppress a yawn, but I fail badly. Brendon notices my tiredness and helps me out of the booth. "This was fun, Y/n. Definitely not how I expected the night to go." He chuckles, walking me towards the elevators. I see him yawn, and I chose to ask him if he wanted to crash upstairs, instead of driving home so late. He hesitates before accepting, and we both ride up to the top floor. 

He seems surprised when we get to the room, but then remembers that this was supposed to be a couple's room. I hand him the 'his' pajamas and I take my own from my bag. Brendon changes in the room while I change and brush out my hair in the bathroom. I couldn't help but laugh when I see him in the bright blue silk outfit. We both lay down in the bed, trying to adjust to the small confines without it being awkward. I finally just give up and snuggle up to his chest and he wraps an arm around me, lulling me to sleep with his beautiful voice.