Klance Oneshots-I Don't Think I Even Could Forget You

5-"Kaltenecker, why doesn't he love me?"

(Above is My favorite song of all time)

(descriptive mentions of alcohol beverages) (Whiskey) (Hangovers) (#Kalteneker) (Canon Setting) (KeithxLance) (They aren't dating-YET) (Overlooked Lance)

Keith's POV:

When it comes to getting drunk at a club, there are two parts of it. 

1. The Loud Bit :

                                 The rush of it all. The screaming lights. Blinding cheers coming from the crowd. The sweat, the grime, the disgusting order of how the whole club operates. When in reality, there is also no order at any club. Them again, it depends what you come to the club for. But, especially at alien parties.

 Yknow what how on Earth Whiskey is used to forget? In order to forget every single broken promise, long commitment, hollow agreement, shattered home, any living problem alive-you just need to have a shot of whiskey; or maybe a shot or two. Maybe more than a shot or two of whiskey. Maybe a whole lot of shots. 

So much that you can't see straight. SO much that the booming lights swarm a bit too closely around your every movement. So much that everything becomes too warm, to a point that you find yourself smoking a blunt with the other guys; singing your drunk ass of, throwing up all of it ten minutes later. But we went to an alien club. SO imagine all of that shit, x10. After getting your drunk ass up off the ground, you have to then deal with the worst hangover of your life. But with alien drinks, so a normal hangover, but crank that shit x10 worse.

2. The Hangover:

                                I am not all that stupid. I know how to be careful at clubs and how not to bust my ass silly with alcohol. But, when I do fall victim to alcohol, I do it alone, in the silence of my room. Its also where I deal with my hangovers. But, last night, the other fell victim to alien alcohol, with horrible hangovers.

Hangovers feel like your head is on the verge of splitting in half. You don't know if you want it to be glued back together or to just split apart to end to pain. You throat is throbbing, your vision is uncomfortable slow and all you want to do is lay down. But, you'll eventually puke your guts out, and hopefully that'll force the alcohol out of your system by then. 

That's how I found the rest of the team after a night at this stupid alien club. Or, essentially, how I found my crush babbling like a mad man and venting to Kaltenecker, our cow.

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I sigh and press the tap handle for cool water to come out of the faucet. But, of course it doesn't. Therefore, I keep tapping, and tapping and tapping. Yet, no water flows from that damned faucet. These guys live in a big castle but they don't even have a good faucet. I had better faucet back in my cabin.

 I sigh once more and throw a tight fitting wife-beater and look at myself in the mirror. Of course, there's not much to see. I'm not someone who looks at appearance when I look at myself in the mirror. After all, we are all so much more than appearance. Of course, if appearance matters to you, there is nothing wrong with that.

Instead when I look at myself, I see what I could do, what I haven't already done and what I've done. When I look at myself, I see only myself, I see nothing that mirrors my mother nor my father. I don't know them and they obviously didn't want to know anymore about me.

 Instead I see someone that if he could work hard enough, apply himself correctly, fight hard enough; and think hard enough, he could really change more than his world like he has before. Not just that, but other worlds, plural, but planets, universes, families.