Your Love's A Fucking Drag

Alone At Table For Two

I had been a frequent flyer at this restaurant for awhile, picking up girls who were either too drunk to stand or that had been stood up. Although I was never really "into" them, it seemed like a bit of a deed to pick them up before they got raped by Chester the Molester. Frankly, I never minded it because my apartment was never empty, which wasn't the worst thing.

I had been sitting at the bar when I noticed a fairly attractive guy, he had an adorable button nose, shaggy brown hair, and chocolate eyes I could just melt in. He was tapping his foot impatiently, nervously playing with his tie, and putting off the sympathetic looks from staff and patrons. A frown decorated his perfectly thin pencil lips, I felt genuinely bad for this guy.

He was being stood up.

I didn't know if he was gay or not, but I went for it. He was too cute of a guy to be stood up, he needed a win and I didn't mind helping him with that. I watched him for another moment before walking by the entrance and ultimately to his table. Perfect for two.

I walked toward his table and gave an upbeat tone,  "I'm sorry I'm late babe. Traffic was a killer."

He gave me a confused look, and I returned one which said "Just play along."

He smiled and play he did, we had three glasses of chardonnay each and shared some cavatini pasta in a gorgeous garden wine sauce. I paid for all of our food and we walked to a park that I recommended, we talked about everything under the sun and I felt liberated.

"How old are you, mystery boy?" The brown haired boy raised a brow at me.

"Twenty three, you?" I gave some small laugh, and he blushed.

"Twenty four." He looked down, still blushing, I uttered an aww at his adorablenesss.

"So. Question mark. What's your name?" He asked me with a wide smile, causing his button nose to scrunch up.

"The name is Brendon Urie, and yours is?" I grinned, and Ryan blushed.

"Ryan Ross." His brown eyes made me want to melt into them, his voice caused me to swoon, and his being so close to mine made my knees weak.

"Beautiful name. How about, we exchange numbers? Because I'd love to hear your voice again." I gave a devious, yet sincere grin, I really liked Ryan and really wanted to see him again.

"I'd love to." He giggled, his reply upbeat.

We exchanged numbers, hugged, and he silently thanked me for saving him at that awful date. He was gay, he said his boyfriend stood him up therefore he was gay. I felt fireworks blaze behind me in triumph, I could have an actual boyfriend. My heart did flips as I walked to my car.

"Have a nice night, Ryan!" I called over my shoulder, for no other reason than I just wanted to hear his deep, silky voice.

"You too, Brendon!" He called back and I swooned, the boy who I saved from public humiliation actually wanted to go on a second -er- first date.

It would take me two days until I decide to text him, god I wanted to see him again.

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Ayyee guys! It's ya boi here, just kidding as I am of the female gender. Anyways I decided to do a collab with Satan_Is_Gay345 who has Ryan's POV on her account. Go read it. I know 500 some words is a little short for me, but eh. Not bad. It's still halfway to a thousand, it'll be fine. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this fic!

Love ya lots tater tots!
~Morgan