"Keith, ya got any Vodka?" Pidge slurred, a cup of something in her hand. She sat down on a chair facing Keith, who was in the kitchen cleaning something up. She took a sip out of her bright red cup.
Keith shot her a lazy glare and raised and eyebrow, eyeing her up and down, "I think you've had enough." He stated, turning away from her to put a glass in the cupboard.
Pidge swayed lightly and grumbled something under her breath, realizing her cup was empty and no longer contained (what probably was) cheap beer.
Keith had decided to host a small gathering with his friends, it was only supposed to be Allura, Pidge, Hunk, Shiro and unfortunately the one and only Lance. But upon arriving they all had brought alcohol (which he definitely did not approve of) and decided to get shit faced.
After they had raided the kitchen for food Keith was stuck cleaning it all up.
Keith picked up a bag of chips from the floor and grimaced slightly at the state it was in before dumping it into the garbage.
"Pidgee~" He heard a disembodied voice behind him, causing him to turn around. Keith was met with the sight of Lance, leaning on the counter lazily next to Pidge, his eyes half lidded due to the alcohol.
"Lance~" She giggled, "Come sit, I was just talking to Keith." Pidge said, patting the seat next to her.
Lance looked up at Keith, not realizing he was there at first, his eyes widened. He quickly scrambled to lean against the counter with one arm, the other on his hips and a lazy smirk suddenly playing on his lips.
"Hey, Mullet." He slurred, winking- at least Keith thought it was supposed to wink, he couldn't really tell, it looked more like a weird blink.
Keith grimaced, "Hi." he turned back around and continued cleaning the dishes.
He heard a chair screech on the floor and assumed it was Lance sitting down. Keith ignored it and continued cleaning, barely paying attention to what Pidge and Lance were talking about.
"Did you see him yesterday?" Lance whispered harshly. He was probably gushing about someone again. Lance seemed to have a new crush every week.
"Fuck yeah I did. He had the bluest eyes." Pidge swooned.
Keith rolled his eyes and groaned internally. Did they have to do this around him?
"And his biceps- did you see them?" Lance questioned eagerly.
"I sure did-"
Keith turned around quickly, "Can you guys not talk about random men around me please?" he snapped, shooting them a glare.
Lance and Pidge stared at him, their eyes widened slightly due to the sudden outburst.
They both relaxed and then Pidge squinted at Keith, "Why? Are you homophobic?" She questioned suspiciously, trying to take a sip out of her empty cup while maintaining eye contact.
Keiths face fell and he stared at her blankly, "I am literally gay."
Pidge squinted even more (if that is even possible) and leaned in towards Lance, "He is avoiding the question," she whispered, her eyes still on Keith.
Lance eyed Keith as well and looked him up and down suspiciously, "Totes."
Keith groaned in frustration.
