Drummer Boy «Klance»

|Chapt.2|

Lance walks home with his mind buzzing, and it isn't from his drink. He feels like he has just done something illegal, like he should be guilty. All he did was go to a bar, have an innocent conversation with a guy behind the bar. What is the big deal?

Maybe it is the fact that he lied to Kate about what he would be doing...

He takes out his phone, the brightness practically burning a hole through his head. His eyes were still in "dim bar" mode, and the contrast of his screen against the night sky is very rude and unwelcome.

To: Kate

Hey, the party still going on?

Lance looks at the message, cringing a little before adding,

Hunk left because he felt sick. i miss you

What else can he do? The guilty feeling won't go away. He guesses that the only way to quell it is maybe to just go to this party. She will be happy to see him there right?

From: Kate

Yeah, prtay still hapennning, stopL by!

Lance sighs. She is trashed. I mean, she has every right to be, she is celebrating one of her accomplishments. He is way too sober to even consider entering a mansion full of wasted people. But he feels like he owes that much to Kate. So he starts making his way over to her sorority house.

The smell of cheap beer and sweat hits him before anything else. The house is boiling hot, air thick with the heat wafting off of the plethora of people in such a cramped space. Lance has to fight off his gag reflex, the smell of the beer not mixing well with the unsettled vodka in his stomach.

A couple girls come up to him and start talking. They look vaguely familiar. Lance feels like he has probably met them over ten times, but he can't place them.

One of them starts the conversation. She has firetruck red hair and thick black eyeliner. "Oh, Lance! You came! Kate will be so excited to see you! Is that a new haircut? Your hair looks so soft, can I touch it? Oh my god listen to me I'm so drunk!"

The brunette girl standing next to her rolls her eyes and smiles kindly. "Hi Lance, sorry, she's had way too much wine."

Lance chuckles. "I always make time for my fans" he says smoothly, dipping his head down and hearing the red-hair girl shriek as she dug her fingers into his hair.

"Wow just as soft as I imagined! April, feel it!"

The brunette, who Lance now knows is April, pulls the girl away and looks at Lance, annoyance clear in her expression. "Why are you like this? Why do you encourage her?" Then she smiles. "Kate is in the kitchen. You should go find her"

Lance pads into the kitchen and sees Kate, sitting on the counter telling her friends a loud, shameless story about her first kiss in seventh grade.

Lance takes her in. She is wearing a sky blue dress that makes her skin glow. Her caramel hair is a little frizzy from the heat and her freckles are peeking out through the alcohol induced flush on her cheeks and chest. Her eyes are wide and her pink lips turned upwards in a grin. She really is pretty, Lance thought.

But the second the word pretty crosses his mind, he sees a flash of a smirk, purple eyes, and a silver lip ring.

He stands up a little straighter, completely shocked with himself, but doesn't have much time to think about it beach Kate has spotted him and is making her way over now, ready to tackle him into a hug.