That cold night in Illinois.

[Brendon Urie]

It isn't like Brendon hated tours.
In fact, he loved them, more than anything.

The tour bus was cold that night, and in his bunk he was just feeling really lonely. They were in Haley's hometown, so Spencer was obviously there, getting laid as he should be. There was no room for Brendon on the couch, plus it would have been extremely awkward on Brendon's part for him to be listening in on the loved-up couple, they haven't seen each other since before Brendon and Spencer entered the studio to record their new album.

So yes, Brendon was unique that night, unique in that he was still alone in his bunk, and alone on the bus entirely, trying to find irregularities in the panels of the bus to keep his brain occupied; that was, until he heard the warning sound of the bus door opening, and a loud "FUCK!" as the intruder tripped on the bus steps.

"WHO THE FUCK, HEY, DUDE WHO ARE YOU?"

[natenovarro]

"Oh, damn. Sorry, dude. I'm in the wrong bus again, aren't I?
It's so hard to find the right bus in the dark," he sighed.
"Well, I should probably go find my bus now. I'm Nate by the way."

[Brendon Urie]

"Oh, sup Nate!
You're with Cobra aren't you?" questioned Brendon.
"You know you can come visit my bus whenever you want! There's an extra bunk... It's super lonely when I'm in Illinois."

[natenovarro]

"I can see that," Nate said. "Sure, why not. I don't have anywhere to be anyways." He crawled up the stairs to find an organized, clean bus. He wasn't used to that, because usually Gabe threw empty beer cans, or pizza boxes anywhere but the trash can. He looked around to reveal a handsome twenty-something, who he recognized instantly. "Brendon! You're from Panic!. I love you guys."

[Brendon Urie]

"I love you guys from Cobra! Well, and girl, can't forget Vicky T." said Brendon calmly as Nate stood at the front of the bus, shaking with excitement.
"So, how's the tour been for you so far?" he queried, beckoning for Nate to come and sit on the couch with him, two beers in hand.

[natenovarro]

"Eh, I've had better," Nate mumbled, plopping down next to Brendon and cracking open his beer. "It's just nothing really... interesting has happened. You know?"

[Brendon Urie]

Brendon let out a heavy sigh, "Oh, I know. Plain tour, nobody interesting you've met along the way, your band members have other commitments...".
Leaning back on the couch, breathing heavily as he scanned the road outside the window, looking for signs of life, and more importantly, Spencer's car.
"It just gets lonely and the further you travel, the more you wish it was over." Brendon focused his attention back onto Nate, trying to make him as comfortable as possible, then queried, "How's Cobra's tour bus bro? I bet it's mad as."

[natenovarro]

"It's... well I guess if you could call it one thing, it would be lonely," He sighed. "I know how you feel. All the others are constantly partying. That's kind of our reputation, 'The Party Band'. I'm actually not even that big into partying, really. Especially when you're trying to sleep, and every single one of your band mates brought a Fuck Buddy on the bus. That's the worst," He laughed, taking a long swig from his beer.

[Brendon Urie]

"I know how you feel with the fuck buddy thing," chimed Brendon. "Whenever we're anywhere near Haley, Spencer's got her here and I'm kinda just sitting in my bunk, trying not to be awkward, but tonight he's at hers and I'm still being awkward."

Brendon hadn't taken a single sip from his beer yet, he'd been too busy fiddling with the cap, not really thinking straight, but only listening to Nate, contently waiting on his next sentence. He didn't want to drink tonight. He just wanted a companion so he wouldn't have to spend one cold night in Illinois alone, again.

Suddenly, he jumped from his seat, and hastily asked "Hey, want a tour of the bus?"

[natenovarro]

Although Nate had seen many buses in his lifetime, there wasn't much else to do.

"Sure," he laughed.

[Brendon Urie]

Walking towards the back of the bus, Brendon pointed out the features in order, as fast as he could.
"These are the bunks, mine and Spencer's" gestured Brendon hastily, almost skipping to the back of the bus.
"The bathroom, toilet, cupboards and shit like that, y'know..."

Suddenly, they reached a door with a number pad, which Brendon quickly typed the code into, with the visual of a lead guitarist's shredding skills against the numbers.

"And this", Brendon seemed to almost squeal with delight, "is the most fuckin' sweet place in the whole damn bus, and for that, any tour bus, ever."
Behind the sliding door, an entirely red, spacious room, almost velvet textured walls behind a couch almost surrounding the entire room, not counting the bar fridge, filled completely with beer, premixed cans and bottles of Jack Daniels.

Brendon quietly danced into the room and quickly slumped onto the large couch.

"What do you think?"

[natenovarro]

"Whoa," Nate said. He originally thought Cobra had an extensive amount of alcohol, but this made their collection look like a Playground next to an Amusement Park. "D'you mind?" He said, pointing to a bottle of Gentleman Jack.

[Brendon Urie]

"Go for it!" enthusiastically said Brendon, while he scrambled through one of the cupboards for some shot glasses and tumblers.
"Can you grab me a bottle of Vodka? Any kind, as long as it's vodka."
Nate looked a little lost as he searched for a table to place the spirits on, but Brendon beat him to his question by pulling down a table that was ingeniously integrated into the wall above the bar fridge.
"I can't really think of more questions to ask really, except for one obvious one, got a partner?" questioned Brendon, as Nate poured himself a scotch on the rocks in one of the smaller tumblers.

[natenovarro]

"As in...A girlfrend?"

[Brendon Urie]

"Girlfriend, boyfriend, anything!" Brendon exclaimed while making random hand gestures, trying to just keep in time with his words.
"So, do ya?"