The gay bar

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Dallons pov: 

When we pull up at the bar Brendon's running towards the line. He drags me behind him. "Woah, what's the rush?" I ask, "There's already a long line we have to wait in." Brendon smirks at me, "I'm really excited! I've never been to one of these before!" He pulls me over by my shirt and starts kissing me. Then he leans in closer a d asks, "Do you know who I am by the way?" 

I give Brendon a confused look. He drags us to the front of the line and says, "I'm Brendon Urie and this is Dallon Weekes and we're from 'Panic! At The Disco'." I can here the music from the bar playing from where we're standing. The bouncer at the entrance of the bar checks our I.D.s then let's us in. 

I cannot believe that just happened. I've never been able to cut in line to get into a bar before. When we enter the DJ stops his music to announce us. I get embarrassed and start blushing. The DJ asks us to get on stage and perform. Then the entire bar starts chanting, "Panic!, Panic!, Panic!" Brendon drags me with him to get on stage.

There are a ton of half naked guys chanting for us to perform. I could get used to this. Performing for screaming girls is one thing but attractive half naked men. I get myself and Brendon a drink before we go up. When we get on stage Brendon starts to sing. There's a stripper pole Brendon swings around as he tosses his shirt into the pool of men and few girls.

By the time we get done performing my shirt is off. I have money in my pockets and shoved down my pants. Brendon's in his underwear. We walk to the bar and some of the men order us some more drinks. After about five rounds I start to feel wasted.

Brendon tells the other couple that today is my birthday and he wants to do something special. Everything seems to blur together at this point.

I'm walking with Brendon out of the bar, following the other couple.

*Flash*

We're in a taxi riding and I fall over onto Brendons lap.

*Flash*

Brendon and the other couple help carry me into there house.

*Flash* 

I'm undressed. Someone I don't know who is sucking my cock. I can barely see what's going on but I like it. I lay back close my eyes and enjoy what's happening.

*Flash* 

I'm naked and thrusting myself in and out of somebody. I can here a familiar voice telling me, "there you go make him feel good."

*Flash*

Brendon is yelling at the guy with the familiar voice. I can't make out what they're saying. I'm starting to feel sick. I stumble into the bathroom and throw up.

*Flash* 

Brendon is trying to carry me home. The familiar voice stops him. 

That's all I can remember before waking up the next morning fully naked on the couch in some strangers house. I look over and see Brendon sitting on the floor naked. He's passed out drunk. He's tied in duct tape with a message written on him in permanent marker. The message is addressed to me.

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