Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off.
That song started it all; actually, we should start at the beginning. Ryan's girlfriend of three years had cheated on him, which led to the production of that specific song as well as the heavy undertones of A Fever You Can't Sweat Out.
Now, let's set the scene. Denver, 2006, Filmore Stadium. What we now know and all collectively agree as the greatest Panic! At The Disco show to date.
Ryan wasn't anticipating seeing his ex in the crowd that night, even if she had begged him to take her back. He didn't dare, and rightfully so. However, even before she cheated on him, he had been slowly realizing that he had feelings for you; the Pianist and Opera Vocalist for some of the songs.
You played piano so Brendon could focus on singing and showmanship and sang with Ryan because the crowd loved how the duets sounded. A little part of him was glad she cheated on him because now he could go for you. And you were the safest option; after all, you had never dated anyone. You were a date to marry person and were basically untouchable. As in, you allowed no one to touch you but Ryan.
And he liked that.
You and his ex absolutely hated each other. She was jealous of your indifference to everyone, how you refused to be a people pleaser. That you were just naturally terrifying, the sullen vampire of the group that was no doubt the virgin sex appeal.
So, back to the scene.
Ryan caught sight of his ex in the crowd, and all those bitter feelings came back. He was feeling pretty damn spiteful, but at the same time, he thought it would be pretty damn funny to pull a stunt. He would just have to formally ask you out after the show. But right now, with a healing heart and a head full of adrenaline and spite, he made a move. You caught sight of her, and Ryan shot you a strange look.
And that's when shit went down.
Once you finished your final line and started dancing with the cabaret girls on stage, Ryan slid his arm around your waist and kissed you. In front of her. In front of everyone. And it was gentle, his guitar pushed to the side and his arm around your waist, the other on your cheek.
And the show continued like nothing had ever happened, and you and Ryan both played your instruments as if they were somehow going to save you both.
The Denver show was known now as the greatest Panic! Show known to date. Not only because of the kiss, but because of the energy. The costumes, the performance, the showmanship, the story. The kiss was just the beginning of something even more beautiful than the music played that night.
Ryan was sitting in the bus after the show, head in his hands as he thought about what to do. Everyone else decided to go out drinking to celebrate the success, but he hoped he could steal a little of your liquor instead. If you even wanted to talk to him. You had kissed him back and didn't pull away, so he knew he was at least halfway in the clear. And he knew for a fact that was your first kiss, in front of thousands of people and your strict Catholic parents. But god, the more he thought about it, the more he knew that he was actually in love with you. It was a shitty thing to do out of spite, but he was glad he did it. It pissed his ex off, and he ended up with someone better in his hands.