Gerard's at the bar, waiting for his drink when he sees the boy and he can't help but stare. He's at a distance that he can't really make him out clearly, but he looks stunning to Gerard's eyes. His smiling face is framed by brown hair that curls around his ears and Gerard wants to run his hands through it, pull and twist to see what sounds would emerge from the boys plump lips. He's like nothing Gerard's ever seen in his life, and he considers approaching him before he realises that the arm on the boy's waist belongs to Brendon Urie.
This wasn't just some regular meet-up with men with big names and lots of money. They had big names for the wrong reasons, and earned too much money from other young, now souless and used bodies. Gerard was one of them, but he atleast thought his lifestyle - along with his workers' - was not as stereotypically disgusting as people made out. He treated his employees with respect, he didn't know what they had gone through when he bought them from some other scumbag.
He ponders the thought for a minute, wondering if the boy had been hurt before Urie had claimed him, or at any point after.
Gerard would have to ask Mikey about Brendon later because Mikey knew everything about everyone. Maybe he knew something about the boy.
Gerard's circling, waiting for the boy to move away from Brendon so he can move in and make an offer. He'd watched the boy more, how he moved and how he spoke, and Gerard had decided that by the end of the night, the boy would belong to him.
The boy is stood beside Brendon, eyes occasionally glancing around the crowd, but mainly focused on the table infront of where Urie is sat with a cigarette held between his lips. Brendon gestures with a wave of his hand and the boy leans down for a moment whilst he's spoken to before nodding and disappearing. Gerard gut twists in triumph and he steadily pushes through the crowd, slowing as he reached their table.
"Way, nice to see you," Brendon greets him, faking a smile as he waves for Gerard to sit down. Gerard just nods and sits across from him, lighting a cigarette of his own. They speak about the latest sales, which really sounds pathetic in Gerard's head.
"So, who's been hanging off your arm all night?" Gerard asks, smirking slightly. Brendon grins, waggling his eyebrows and Gerard forces out laughter. Anything to sugar-coat the boy's way to him.
"That would be Frank, I've had him under wraps for a while," Brendon sounds smug and Gerard wants to smack the smile off of his face. He keeps his calm though.
"Is he for sale?" Brendon raises an eyebrow, eyes slightly narrowed as he examines Gerard.
After a few moments he finally answers, "Depends how much you're willing to pay," and crosses his arms over his chest.
Gerard leans forward in his chair. He's a little too smug to hide it in his smile.
