Klance | Series of Short Stories

Game Night

Lance dug through the closet in the abandoned "game club" room in campus. It was three in the morning, and it happened to be the only room unlocked. Lance was bored and frustrated from studying, so he started exploring. Keith, Hunk, Shiro, and Pidge followed behind for safety measures. You know, in case Lance decided to be stupid.

"Yes!" Lance laughed, yanking various boxes out of the closet and loudly dropping them to the wooden floor causing Keith to jump, making Pidge laugh.

"There's people sleeping you know." Keith grumbled, but Lance pretended not to hear. Keith rolled his eyes as the five of them settled down on the floor, staring at the old dusty boxes lying inside the circle. "What the hell are those?"

"These, my friends, are games." Lance had a cocky hint to his voice. "You have seen games before, right?"

"Ha ha, you're funny." Keith snapped at Lance's lame way of calling him boring. "What did you drag them out for?"

The two completely forget about the three other members in the room, but they didn't mind as they were staring intently at the two bickering at each other. Keith could have sworn he saw Pidge take a few pictures, but he decided to ignore it.

"I'm bored, I thought we could do something besides mope around and study." Lance shrugged.

"It's finals week, Lance. Deal with it." Keith growled.

"I brought vodka!" Lance sang as he took out a bottle of vodka from his bag.

This caught Shiro's attention, "No, no, no. No drinking."

"Come on, dad. Let's have some fun!" Lance argued.

"Hunk is gonna throw up and guess who's always left to clean it?!" Pidge pointed to themselves with a pout and furrowed eyebrows.

"It's finals week." Keith said again, but he secretly wanted to see Lance drunk. If his sober state was already like that, he wondered what his drunken state was like.

"One night." Lance said, raising his eyebrows up and down. "Please? It's a great stress reliever, and everything's fun with vodka."

The four of them rambled and argued, thinking about it, until they decided if they agreed, it would shut Lance up for a while. "Fine. Very little drinking, got it?" Shiro finally said.

"You're the best, dad!"

"Stop calling me that!" Shiro blushed.

They started rifling through the stack of boxes, examining each box briefly before tossing them to the side.

"Monopoly?" Pidge sneered. "Nope, we'll be here for days."

"Candyland?" Hunk laughed as he tossed it across the room. "I think I'll eat the game."

Lance pouted, slightly irritated that they weren't as thrilled as he was to play games. They made quick work of the stack, leaving just one box on the floor.

"Twister," Keith scoffed, picking up the box with the people contorted into different positions all over the front.

"Now that's a possibility," Lance grinned. He looked up at everyone and thought of being regretfully tangled as five college students tried to place their bodies on the incredibly small mat. The thought of seeing Shiro having to twist his big torso around made Lance even more excited.

"Absolutely not." Keith shut Lance down. "Have you seen us? And, Hunk I love you buddy, but if he falls, we'll all have broken ribs."

"Exactly what I was thinking." Hunk agreed, disregarding the slight insult.