Together Again / Brendon Urie

24. Adler

Brendon is beyond hammered. Music is blasting throughout the restaurant and people are starting to exit the party. It is 2am after all. The one good thing about working here, we don't have to close early like other typical parties have to. The bad thing is we do have to clean up at some point to serve tomorrow. I walk around slowly collecting glasses. Denise shut down her bar, with a very loud protest from Brendon. To say we have been avoiding each other since Vegas would be incorrect actually. I have been fighting off the drunken, horny figure, who is mentally undressing me across the room at the moment, all night. Every time he comes over his hand snakes down to my ass or he casually places his arm around my shoulders. No one has said anything but we have been getting looks. I just don't want to be that girl who is known for sleeping with her boss.

Which speak of the devil. "You have been avoiding me." Brendon not so quietly whispers in my ear. "You are being too obvious and people are looking." I whisper back, unlike him. "I'm sorry, that dress is doing something to me." He inches closer to my ear and drags his lips across my lobe. My body shutters in response and he laughs seductively in my ear. "Do you want to get out of here?" His hands flex on my waist and he pulls me closer up against him. His cologne is intoxicating and the black button up shirt he has chosen for the night is undone by several buttons. "M-Maybe."

God damn my stutter.

He laughs again in my ear and I freeze when his lips caress the skin behind my lobe. Our bodies are pressed together now and there's no doubt someone has noticed. I'm hoping they just think its the alcohol. I reluctantly step away and distance ourselves, he frowns in response. "You're killing me Addie." He bites his lip and looks me up and down again. So this is what a predator looks like before he attacks his prey, I feel extremely vulnerable. "Brendon, I have to clean up. You are taking an Uber home." I inform him and his frown grows. "What? No!" He bursts and I look around at the lingering guests. No one seems to care. "Go wait in your office then and I'll come get you." I offer and he still frowns but looks more reasonable now. "Fine." He pouts but not before slapping my ass and running off. Oh my god I'm in love with a man child.

Oh my god, what did I just think?!

No, there's no way right?

But as I watch Brendon walk off, might I add with a bounce in his step. Yes, I do have feelings for him. Because just seeing his back, makes me smile and I'm happy.

Well shit. This night just got complicated on my part.

I finish up cleaning say goodbye to Denise and look the front, we are exiting through the back. It's been about an hour and I wonder if Brendon is even still conscious. Part of me is hoping he is not. When I open his office door I exhale in relief at seeing him knocked out leaning back in his computer chair. I watch for a few moments before I realize this is kind of creepy and move over to his side. "Hey," I whisper. "Hey B." I try again and he mumbles something incoherent. "Time to go baby." He perks up after my slip up and smiles largely. "Baby huh?" He stretches and reaches for me pulling me into his lap. His breath smells like tequila and cigarettes, he's going to regret that in the morning. The smoking, not the hangover.

"Come on I'm tired and we have to leave now." I pat his chest before getting up and his grip tightens around my back. "You know I've never had sex in this office." He raises his eye brows up and down cheesily making me laugh. "I would hope not, because you told me you haven't slept with anyone lately."

"No I haven't, just you and Sarah. And Jenna in the 6th grade, Alice from senior year and some blond before Sarah. I think her name was Chloe? I can't remember. And-" I place my finger over his lips to silence him.

"I don't need to know your sex history." He pouts but nods. "So sex?" I laugh again and manage to get off his lap. "Not tonight, let's get you home." I state but he doesn't budge. "Don't make me carry you." I whine and he snickers. "So you will do it in the office just not tonight?" He challenges and I roll my eyes in response. "No, not ever. Let's go!" I hike his arm over my shoulder and pull him up, he staggers and leans into me. "You smell pretty." He licks my neck and goose flesh prickles my skin. "Thank you, come on romeo." I struggle getting him into the car, but once we're seated I take another breath. "You could have helped a little." I breathe out and his hand cups his crotch in a very exotic way, but he's too drunk to notice.

I lick my lips before shaking my head of those thoughts and putting the car in drive. The drive is quiet, no radio, no talking, Brendon fell back asleep, I glance at him at a red light and he looks so innocent. Hair messy, cheeks flustered from the alcohol, his chest covered in a sheet of light sweat under his shirt. He breathes deep making me look back at the road and the light has turned green but there was no one around to honk at me. I tentatively drive through the intersection focused on keeping my attention on just the road.

After 30 minutes we arrive at his house and I shut the car off. He doesn't move, I sigh and get out circling the vehicle to open his door. "Brendon...." I drag out his name. He wakes up and smiles at me. "Hey Addie!" He responds loudly. I quickly shush him to not wake his neighbors. "Lets go babe." I whisper back. "I can get use to this baby thing. You are my baby aren't you?" He asks as he pulls himself up and out of my car. I just nod and agree. "Yes B..." We enter his place and I keep him walking towards his bedroom to not lose momentum from his drunken state. I practically throw him on the bed and he scoots up to his pillows. "Thanks Addie, you're the best. You know that right?" He looks at me drunkenly but I know he is being sincere. "Thank you Brendon." I smile and turn his lamp on. I remove his shoes and he removed his shirt leaving him in just black dress pants and a belt. "Take your pants off. That can't be comfortable to sleep in?" I state and he just lays there. "Can you?" He asks and I laugh. "I guess!" He smirks as my fingers unloop his belt and make headway on his button and zipper. He watches intently.

After I slide his pants off leaving him in black boxer briefs and matching socks, he speaks. "I love you Addie." I freeze mid stride to his dresser. I'm going to ignore that. "You're drunk Brendon." I mumble and I hear his bed shift. "Not drunk enough to not know what I'm saying. And I'm saying I love you." I turn around and he is sitting up, his feet dangling off the side. "No you don't." I argue and he smirks. "How are you going to tell me how I feel?" He argues back. "Because I can't say it back, not with you like this!" He raises an eyebrow at me and nods. "So tomorrow?" He lays back down. "If you remember this, then sure."

"Alright."