Dangerous Blues // Ryden

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There was one reason Brendon was sitting at this bar; Sarah walked out. And it wasn't a simple Sarah left in the middle of the night with all her things and some of mine. Oh no. It was violent, there was yelling, there were tears, and it ended in a slamming door. Not even a goodbye. A fucking goodbye! And, in all honesty, Brendon didn't know what to do. He spent a good 45 minutes yelling, sobbing and throwing things at his wall. After that, he just left. He walked until his feet hurt and he was at a bar he'd never been to. He didn't even know which side of town he was on. Now, he was just sitting there, debating drowning the memory of the girl he wrote a sappy love song about to woo her into dating him. He hadn't had anything to drink yet, but he was seriously considering downing more than a couple shots of vodka. And just when he was about to call the bartender, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Not something, someone.

Brendon just thought he wasn't thinking clearly, but two barstools away, he saw him. Wavy, auburn hair. The small, slightly upturned nose. The ever-pouted lips. The soft jawline. Those honey-coloured, perfectly shaped eyes. That was him, alright. The only things that threw Brendon off were the lack of any eye makeup and the clothes. A slightly tousled white collar shirt and a black, neatly tailored blazer. Brendon turned his head, and feeling like he had nothing left to lose that night, opened his mouth.

"Ryan Ross, wouldn't imagine seeing you here."

His eyes widened at hearing the familiar voice. This was Ryan's somewhat usual bar, and he only came here on certain nights. But, God, why did it have to be tonight that he decided to go out? Just by how bitterly his name was said, he knew it was Brendon. The few seconds that passed between the exchanging of words felt like hours.

"Brendon," He mumbled, turning to face him. Seeing his face made him want to cry.

"There's a million words to describe a boy like you," He snarled, glaring at him. "I'll go with cunt."

"I'm sorry, Brendon, I forgot, where's your little groupie? Y'know, Sarah, your girlfriend?"

"What happened to your little Beatles tribute band?" Ryan didn't respond. "Do you know what you did to me?"

"You think I came out of that unscathed?"

"You left me."

"You loved someone else more than me."

"Forget her."

"You've been dating her for two years."

"You broke my heart."

"You ripped my heart in half and stomped it into the ground. You pulled it through the dirt. You didn't even give me back half of it, either. You probably threw it into the South Atlantic back in Cape Town." That shut Brendon up. Ryan huffed, holding back tears and turning to order three shots of whiskey. Fuck, this hurt. He thanked the bartender once his shots were given to him, and he subsequently took them. He hated alcohol, and the burn of the cheap whiskey sliding down his throat wouldn't be enough to cover the sinking feeling in his chest.

Brendon, on the other hand, saw this as a challenge. If the lightweight twig for a man sitting next to him could take three shots of Jack all at once, he could take four shots of vodka all at once. He ordered them, thanked the bartender, and shot them. That's how the rest of the night went, too. Shot after shot, drink after drink, and Ryan was sure as hell starting to feel it.

After they both had taken in a substantial amount of alcohol, Brendon was getting brave. He moved over to the barstool next to Ryan.

"You're an asshole. You know that?" He was slurring his words slightly, getting a bit too close to Ryan's face.

"At least I didn't leave you for some stupid girl I met on tour." Ryan muttered, turning to glare back at Brendon.

"You left me nonetheless."

"I left because you clearly cared about her more than me." And with that, Ryan ordered another round of shots, taking them as they were slid over to him. Brendon rolled his eyes, doing the same.

Around twenty minutes(and too many shots) later, it was safe to say that they were incredibly drunk. At this point, they were just mindlessly arguing in the small bar.

"You killed me!"

"You left your own goddamn band, who does that?"

"You never even loved me, did you?" After Ryan said that, Brendon grabbed Ryan's forearm, dragging him into the bathroom. Once they were there, Brendon just pushed Ryan up against the wall, crashing his lips into the other's.