hazy | klance

TWO.

"hello there, handsome
young man with no
wedding ring on."
lance giggled. keith
wondered why everyone
giggled now. was it a new
craze he wasn't apart of?
he didn't care. the only thing
he cared about was the
his sticky booze all over him.

lance was sober in about
three milliseconds. as if he just realized that he A, called a stranger handsome. and B, spilt booze all over the "handsome man with no wedding ring
on." he let out a ecsperated groan.  "shit! im super sorry.
oh god." he talked so fast it
was hard to understand anything. "i'll help you, here-" keith quickly shooed
him away. "i'm okay." he
mumbled. at least he wasn't
wearing his good pair of jeans.
but lance was persistent to
help. he stood up, tumbling slightly. gripping onto a
lamp for support. it was a
funny sight. lance interlocked
his fingers with keith and
dragged keith into the kitchen
in search of napkins.

keith realized that fighting lance off him wouldn't get
him anywhere. they cautiously
walked through the crowds of
people smoking and dancing.
lance seemed like he new where everything was in this house. "hey do you live here?" keith asked. he got no response
so keith realized that he'd
have to talk louder than that.
"HEY- BUDDY? DO YOU LIVE HERE?" he yelled. thankfully lance had heard him. he smiled and walked over to a cabinet blindly sticking his hand into it.

"NO, BUDDY I DON'T" he taunted "ITS TO RICH AND CLEAN HERE" not for long
keith thought. after lance
finally found napkins he handed them to keith
who awkwardly patted
down his "lower region".

"here let's take you to the bathroom" lance giggled.
again with the giggling. but
it wasn't the giggling that made him blush. it was because he found lance's arm wrapping around keith's waist.

forgive me lord, for i
have sinned.