Memories Begin With Goodbye (Jacksepticeye x Reader)

Chapter 3

The stage lights flipped on and Brendon Urie walked onstage with the rest of Panic! At The Disco. We all cheered, including everyone else there for their surprise show.

The five of us all had a Budweiser in hand and I took a sip.

"Hey, how you guys doing?" Brendon asked.

We all cheered again.

"Good, good. Well, I'm shit at concert intros, so let's just get started. We're gonna start with 'Victorius', but I'm gonna need y'alls help with the beginning!"

We all started the song.

Tonight we are victorious
Champagne pouring over us
All my friends are glorious
Tonight we are victorious!
Oh-oh-oh-oh victorious!
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Dubble bubble disco queen
Headed to the guillotine
Skin as cool as Steve McQueen
Let me be your killer king

It hurts until it stops
We will love until it's not
I'm a killing spree in white
Eyes like broken Christmas lights

My touch is black and poisonous
And nothing like my punch-drunk kiss
I know you need it, Do you you feel it
Drink the water, drink the wine

Oh we gotta turn up the crazy
Living like a washed up celebrity
Shooting fireworks like it's the 4th of July
Until we feel alright!
Until we feel alright!

...

"Don't threaten me with a good time"

Champagne, cocaine, gasoline!
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm

This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying "if you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe"
Oh yeah, don't threaten me with a good time!

...

We all walked back towards the hotel, me, Jack and Mark all completely drunk. Jack is used to it, (being Irish and all).

I almost fell over while walking, but Jack and Felix helped me walk, Ken helping Mark.

...

I woke up with a pounding headache. I look at myself, still in my clothes. What happened last night?

How'd I get back to the hotel? I remember the Panic concert we went to, then walking away when it was over at like 1 in the morning.

We must have walked back here.

I pull the blanket off of myself and sit up, rubbing my forehead to soothe my headache.

"Morning sleepy head." Jack said.

I look up and see Jack standing next to Ken by the door, both of them with a cup of coffee. Jack strangely had two.

"Coffee?" Jack said, handing me his second cup.

I took it from him, but immediately set it down on my bedside table and ran into the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet.

The boys rushed to my side, Jack holding my hair out of my face. Once I finally felt better, I took a plastic cup and filled it with water. I rinsed the taste of puke out of my mouth and sat back down on my bed.

I grabbed my coffee and took a huge gulp.

"Hangover?" Ken asked.

"Yeah. How much did I even have last night?" I asked.

"I think 12..." Jack said.

"12?!? Ugh, I'm so fucking stupid. I know more than 5 gives a fucking hangover. Shit." I said.

"You're not stupid, you were just having some fun. You just got a little carried away." Jack replied.

I looked in my bag and found a bottle of aspirin that I brought just in case. I took two of the pills and grabbed a pair of clean clothes to wear for the day.

I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I looked in the mirror and saw my
(h/l) (h/c) was a wreck. I brushed it so it would look nice.

I changed into my ripped jeans and my black shirt with a sketch of a camera that said "OH SNAP!" I added some mascara and pink matte lipstick.

I left the bathroom and put my old clothes into my suitcase. I grabbed my coffee and drank some more.

I put my phone in my pocket, along with one of our room keys. "I'll be back." I said to Jack and Ken as I left the room.