one shots

Drunk (In Space)

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Mentions of Sexy Times, Kisses, Gay Boys, Dumb Boys, Voltron In Space And Also Getting Drunk, Too Many Things In Parentheses

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"Guys!" Hunk yelled, bursting into the control room where the others were waiting for his return. "You'll never guess what Pidge and I found on our supply run." As if Hunk's words were her cue, Pidge rounded the corner then, tugging a giant crate behind her that could easily fit three of her inside.

Lance raised a brow, regarding both Hunk and Pidge and the crate curiously. "You're right. I'll never guess, I'm a terrible guesser. So, what it is?" Hunk grinned, looking so incredibly proud of himself and excited that Keith couldn't help but fear for his immediate safety. Was it fireworks or something? Hunk and Pidge were easily the two smartest paladins, they had to realize that fireworks wouldn't work in space, right? And that there was no way in hell they were setting off fireworks inside the castle?

"I'm curious as well," Allura told them. "What could we possibly need that wasn't on the supply list I provided?"

"Come on, at least one of you has to guess." Hunk pouted, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the crate next to Pidge.

"What's in the box?" Shiro asked, raising an eyebrow and sliding a bit closer, his voice dangerously close to dad territory. Hunk huffed, standing straight again and holding his hand out to Pidge. Pidge dug around in her pocket for a few seconds before pulling out a full-size crowbar and handing it to Hunk, who pushed it up under the lip of the crate and pried the top off, standing back to present the now open box with pride.

Keith willfully ignored the whole crowbar thing and stepped closer to the box to look inside, the movement in the corners of his vision telling him that the others were doing the same. Hunk waited patiently, grinning at them as they stared at the dark bottles of assorted space liquid. Without labels, and proper knowledge of space, Keith has no idea what it was. He let Hunk know.

"Hunk, what the hell is this stuff? And why is there so much of it?" Keith reached out and flicked one of the bottles, strangely pleased by the soft ping that resonated in the quiet around them.

"Come on," Hunk pouted. "Do none of you know what this is? Am I really gonna have to spell it out?"

"Well," Allura said, shooting Hunk a strange look. "I know what it is , I just don't particularly know why you have it. From what I understand, fermented beverages such as these have quite unpleasant side effects on humans. Is it common for humans to willingly subject themselves to such unpleasantries?" Hunk grinned at her.

"Oh yes. Much, much more common than you think, Princess."

"Wait. Fermented beverages? Is this space alcohol?! " Lance yelped, an excited grin (the one that always made Keith's heart come to an unwelcome stop) quickly spreading over his face.

"You know it," Hunk affirmed, patting the wooden side of the crate with a wide grin.

"YEE-HAW!" Lance whooped, throwing his hands up and doing a little dance. Blue's corresponding roar could be heard from her hangar, as if Lance only got this excited when a battle (and, by extension, she) was involved. Allura looked puzzled at Lance's reaction, as if she still couldn't grasp the fact that humans willingly intoxicated themselves and continuously dealt with the negative consequences that came with decreased mental function and severe dehydration, no matter how many times they vowed they'd never do it again.