guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 45

Dallon held Brendon's hand as they walked into Shady's, one of May County's only clubs. It was pretty fun, and Brendon had invited Pete and Mikey, which also meant Gerard and Frank. He and Dallon sat down at the bar, and Brendon tapped his foot against the bottom rail of his stool to the beat of the song that was playing.

"Baby? I gotta pee, I'll be right back okay?" Dallon asked Brendon after he ordered them both a drink. "Pete and Mikey should he here soon."

Brendon nodded, smiling. "I'll be fine, Dal. See you in a sec."

Dallon walked off, leaving Brendon to sip on his fruity cocktail that he knew Pete would make fun of as soon as he got here. He scrolled through his instagram as he waited so he wouldn't look so awkward, and looked up when someone sat on the stool beside his. He thought it was Pete for a second, but when he looked up, he realized this guy was too big to be Pete.

He had brown hair and eyes, and looked like he worked out every second of every day. "Can I buy you a drink?" The guy asked, smiling charmingly at Brendon.

Brendon blushed and stammered, "Oh, u- um, I'm actually here with my boyfriend, he's in the bathroom-"

"Ah." The guy said, still smiling. "I should have known someone like you wasn't single."

Brendon ducked his head and nodded, sitting his drink on the bar.

"So, what's your name?" The stranger asked.

"Brendon."

"Well it's nice to meet you Brendon, I'm Travis." The man said.

"It's um, nice to meet you too." Brendon said, hoping Dallon would hurry up and get back. It wasn't that Travis didn't seem like a nice guy, he just felt a little weird was all. His head felt sort of heavy, like he was really tired. "I uh.. I don't feel too good, Travis.."

And then he couldn't feel his arms or legs anymore, and he was faintly aware of a ringing noise as everything got blurry around the edges, and his heartbeat sped up.

"I guess I'll have to get you home then." Travis said, a smile still on his face as he clamped a hand on Brendon's shoulder and pulled him from the stool. Brendon wanted to say no, he was fine, Dallon would be back soon.. but he couldn't. All he could do was stumble along, and once they got out of the doors is when he processed that the guy had put something in his drink. And it probably just looked like Travis was helping his drunk friend home, no one had any clue. He felt himself falling deeper and deeper into a dreamlike state, and Travis heaved him up onto his shoulder and carried him to the car, which Brendon recognized as Jon's right before he passed out.

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Dallon walked out of the bathroom and weaved his way through the sea of people dancing, back to the bar. Weird, he didn't see Brendon. He scanned the bar with his eyes, but there was no sign of his boyfriend. Pete, Mikey, and Gerard walked up just as worry set in.

"Guys, I can't find Brendon." Dallon said, scanning the room for his boyfriend.

"What do you mean?" Mikey asked.

"I went to the bathroom and when I came back, he was gone." Dallon fretted, leading them to the place where they had been sitting at the bar. Their drinks were gone, but Brendon's phone sat on the counter top. "Oh my god, his phone."

Pete's eyes widened, and Dallon picked it up and stuck it in his pocket. "Guys, I'm really worried." Dallon said.

"Excuse me, sir?" Gerard asked, calling the bartender over. "Did you happen to see they guy who was sitting here? With brown hair and drinking a fruity drink?"