Voltron- beyond the stars

12- Shatter

From beside Lance I watch the Arusian's performance. This was super lame. But Allura instructed us all to look engaged and interested, since we were on their planet blah blah blah alliances blah blah representing Voltron.

"Wanna sneak out of here? Go throw some rocks off from top of the castle or something?" I whisper to Lance, bored out of my mind.

"Whoever throws it further has to make the other tortillas with butter?" Lance asks, offering the stakes we'd always use back home.

"If we can find the ingredients. But yeah. Let's go," I urge, slightly pushing Lance.

"Wait, I need to find a place to-"

"Hoorah!"

The Arusians erupt in cheer all around us.

"Hoorah!" Lance and I chime, not knowing what exactly we're cheering to.

"Okay, let's go!" Lance reminds, holding his drink out, looking for a place to set it down.

"Wait, let's invite Keith too," I suggest, spying him from a couple yards away.

"Hold up, Hunk's coming our way. Act natural," Lance warns, ignoring me.

"We ought to have something like that," Hunk says.

"Like what?" Lance asks.

"You know, like a cheer. A team cheer that we do," Hunk suggests, "Hey, Keith, come over here! We're deciding on a cheer!"

I look at the end of Hunk's waving arm, and see Keith hesitantly making his way over to us.

"Hurry up man, we don't have all day," Lance sighs, rolling his eyes.

Keith scowls, slightly picking up his pace.

"Okay Keith, so any ideas for our team cheer? Lance, you got anything?" Hunk asks.

Okay, thanks for asking me. Not that I would've had an answer. But being asked would have been nice.

"Oh, or you Luna?" he asks, beaming at me.

"Ooh, I got one!" Lance pipes up.

"I say 'Vol', you say 'Tron'," he suggests, waving his arm around.

"Vol!"

The air around us stays silent. Oops.

"Uh.. Voltron?" Keith stammers.

Idiot.

"No no no. The instructions are in the cheer. I say Vol, and you say..."

"Vol-tron?" Keith offers.

"We'll work on it," Lance sighs, taking a sip from his cup.

His face immediately contorts, and his cheeks puff up in an attempt to keep the remaining liquid in his cheeks up.
I step back a bit, not knowing if he's going to keep it down or spit it all out.
He side steps over to Coran, who's a few feet away.

"Coran! What's in this?!" he demands, pointing at his cup.

"Why, that's Nunvill, the nectar of the Gods," Coran smiles, taking a swig of his own cup.

"It tastes like hot dog water and feet," Lance shoots back, his hand over his mouth.

"Yes, and it makes a wonderful hair tonic as well," he replies, flicking some onto his mustache, which puffs up.
Coran walks away, and Lance's face turns an unpleasant shade of purple.

"Lance?" Hunk asks, scooting over to him.

"Is he okay?" Keith wonders.

Lance stares straight ahead, still shell shocked from the disgusting drink.