Long Naps (klancelot) (bxb)

Chapter 5

I steal all of my memes.^^
Sorry in advance for this chapter.
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Lance was having the time of his life. After 'the tour' of Lotor's ship, he and the Galra wandered the streets of the town. They looked in shops, listened to vendors, and watched a few street performers. There was a lot to see.

Lance knew in his head that it would never work out between them and that he just needed Lotor for information. However, each minute with Lotor made Lance fall deeper. Lotor was just so perfect. And he liked Lance. For once, it wasn't a sad one sided relationship.

At the end of the day, Lotor took Lance to a weird half-tavern thing. They met up with three other Galra and sat down at a round table in the back. One looked like a young Sendak, but he had all of his eyes and arms. The second Galra was short and looked almost reptilian. And the last Galra looked almost human, except he was purple and had ears like a bat.

"Boys," Lotor said, "this is Lance. He is...a potential ally. Um, Lance, these are my boys. Rytak, Xor, and Lex. They are only here because their fathers were highly ranked. But they are the closest things I have to friends, so here we are." He gestured at 'the boys'.

The three of them laughed. "You're one to talk!" Rytak boomed. "You are the definition of cape rider, your highness."

Lotor laugh-sighed. "You right." He sat down and motioned for Lance to do the same.

The three looked at Lance with their pupil-less yellow eyes. He nodded at them. "Uh, hi." He sat next to Lotor, who pulled Lance's chair closer to him.

Lance listened and laughed with the Galra while they waited for their food. Mostly, they talked about how little they get to see each other and other mindless banter. Here and there, though, Lance would catch some detail about the Olympics or what's next for the Galra Empire, and catalog it in his head.

Their food arrived and it smelled amazing. Lance didn't know what he was eating, but he was in love. He accidentally moaned out loud. The Galra laughed at him and Lance blushed slightly.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Lance?" Lex asked, still laughing.

"It's really good!" Lance defended. It reminded him of Earth and steak. He missed steak. Lance missed Earth. He was about to get sad, but everyone around him was so happy.

Lance looked at the Galra and smiled. They really weren't bad people, Lance realized. They were just like him. Trying to fulfill their place in the universe.

Lotor handed Lance a glass with a clear liquid inside. Lance thought it was water, but it was weird. It was cold in his mouth but hot in his throat. "Spicy," he coughed. "Spicy water."

The boys started up again in roaring laughter. "It's not water," Lotor giggled. He tapped Lance on the nose. "It's alcohol, silly."

Lance's face dropped. "Am I allowed?" He pointed at the glass. He was only sixteen. Maybe seventeen? He had lost track of the days.

"It's fine. A little won't hurt you." Lotor chinked his glass with Lance's. "And there are no rules here."

Lance looked at the not water before him. No rules. No consequences.

Lance raised his glass. "Salud," he said before downing all of it. He felt like his nose was bleeding, but it wasn't. His eyes watered slightly, but he didn't cry. Lance waited to keel over and die, but he didn't. Lotor was right. A little wouldn't hurt.