They knew it was coming before Brendon or Ryan did. There were too many problems. Too many arguments. Brendon wanted a song this way and Ryan wanted it the other. Brendon drank too much and Ryan needed to loosen up. Brendon wanted to title a song one thing and Ryan thought it was stupid.
At that moment, Ryan was sitting off by himself, reading some magazine or another that liked their music or didn't. They didn't really care anymore. They were too caught up in their own drama to care about what anyone else thought.
Brendon sat alone with another bottle of alcohol. They tried not to pay attention to how much he went through. When someone asked, it was just, 'a lot.' He was lamenting about his most recent blow-up with Ryan. They couldn't agree on a change of lyrics for one of their songs. Brendon liked it the way it was, but Ryan was the writer of the lyrics so he knew best. They'd argued for a few minutes before separating and storming to their own, isolated corners of the room.
Neither of them bothered to ask Spencer or Jon how they felt about it and they had enough sense not to butt in. But, of course, they both had different opinions. Jon sided with Ryan and Spencer sided with Brendon.
Jon and Spencer sat together, trying to fight the tension in the room with jokes and laughter. Every few seconds they would glance at the other members of their band to see if they were interested in joining their merriment. They weren't. They sighed in unison and returned to trying to lighten the mood.
After what seemed like a very, very long time, the pair simply sat back and started flicking a paper football back and forth. After a few passes, Spencer grinned and glanced at Ryan. Being the closest one to the duo, he was easy prey. Spencer aimed with deadly precision and sent the paper flying, watching as it hit his friend on the back of his neatly groomed head. They watched him swing around the glare pointedly at Spencer. Spencer blinked and pointed at Jon, putting on his best innocent face. Jon scowled but didn't say anything as Ryan straightened and returned to his magazine.
They made another football in silence.
The silence carried on, disturbed only by the flipping of pages, the clinking of Brendon's glass, and the occasional comment from a very heated game between Spencer and Jon.
Suddenly, the room filled with a loud sound as Brendon slammed his glass against the tabletop and wheeled around the face Ryan.
"Ryan, we need to talk." He spoke quietly, though his tone made everyone in the room freeze. Slowly, Ryan stood and followed Brendon out of the room.
As they passed by, Spencer sighed, "Something wicked this way comes."
Ohmyjeez. I totally wrote a fanfiction about Panic! at the Disco. For the record, it's for my friend. I'm ashamed. xD;