Bubble Tea {Klance, Adashi, Machel, Hidge/Punk!} [Voltron Fanfiction] (COMPLETE)

7

"Keith, what are you doing? Where are we going?" Lance questioned, being dragged to the table. "We can play a drinking game. It'll be fun." Keith's violet eyes sparkled cutely.
Lance nodded, wondering if the punch had any alcohol. Keith already seemed drunk himself, his eye bags were clearly visible. His breath sunk of somewhat that smelled like tequila mixed with V8 juice.

"Are you okay though? You look a little drunk." Lance crouched his head into his neck, looking around. He felt bad, Keith didn't have any friends. His only friend left him. Lance wouldn't mind getting to know him.
"So, drinking game!" Keith handed a cup to Lance, ignoring his question. Lance looked back at Hunk, who was the one keeping an eye on both of them.

"How do we play?" Lance looked down into his cup of whatever concoction was mixed in there.
"Who ever drinks the most cups of whatever this shit is in one minute, will win." Keith explained, picking up a cup of his own.
Lance bit his upper lip, hesitant to even take the cup at first. "1...2...3." Keith said in s less enthusiastic manner. Lance's heart clenched at the feeling of major anxiety.

He chugged the substance as fast as he could, his heart pounding along with the music.
The minute was just starting, and he grabbed another red party cup from the decorated table.
Keith was way ahead of him, chugging faster than Lane ever could. Lance spotted about 3 cups when he looked down at Keith's pile, and he was drinking his fourth one. Lance, being the competitive and cocky teen he is, chugged even faster. He almost choked a few times.

Hunk stared over at the two boys who were having the drinking competition. "They do know that does drinks have alcohol, right?" Matt picked one up, sniffing it to justify Hunk's statement. Matt coughed, his heart rate speeding up at the sight of Lance's pile.
He had already drank five cups in thirty-five seconds. Shit. This was a problem.

Matt felt the urge to stop him, until he saw the person he was competing with. Keith, the new kid, the one who doesn't talk much. The one who's only friend left because they had a family emergency. Fuck. This was another problem.
Who was supposed to take this kid home?
Did he have family, any friends to pick him up?

The minute was almost up, what was the point of stopping them? Lance was probably already drunk out of his mind, and Keith was the same.
Hunk glanced around, looking for the very short Pidge in a big crowd. She was found next to Lotor and Allura a few seconds later.
Hunk casually walked over to Pidge, who was holding a red cup. "Oh, no." Hunk grabbed the drink out of her hands, she was startled at the action.

"Hunk?" Pidge turned back, and Lotor coughed in a laugh. Hunk sniffed the drink observantly, squinting as he did. "Oh thank Mother Mary!" Hunk praised, handing the party cup back to her. "What was that about?" Pidge set the cup down. "I didn't know if your drink had any sort of alcohol." Hunk explained, glancing at Lotor's shit eating grin.

"You didn't think that because she was hanging out with me, did you?" Lotor hoped, his smile disappearing. Hunk shook his head, implying no. "It's because somebody spiked the drinks." Hunk said loudly, looking around for any nervous faces. None even appeared, the music was too loud. "These drunk assholes.." Hunk muttered under his annoyed breath.

"Lotor, we might have to leave a bit early. Lance is drunk, really drunk." Hunk faced a smile, taking Pidge's hand. They tried to get through the crowd, then Allura was standing there. Almost as if she was waiting for them to pass. "Hey beauties!" She said, her breath clean. Hunk sighed, saying hi. Pidge just mumbled. Matt saw the awkward interaction, and decided to interfere. "Hey, Allura. I just wanted to say that you look beautiful tonight." Matt placed his hand on her shoulder.

Allura giggled, smiling. "Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself, hotshot." She winked, and Hunk and Pidge snuck back to their original place. Lance and Keith were probably at their third round, looking fucking intoxicated.
Pidge stepped away, a little pissed off.
"Lance McClain! We have to go, now." Pidge gestured toward the door. Lance drowsily giggled, exchanging looks with Keith, then laughed harder. Pidge's eyebrows raised at this unresponsive version of Lance.

"Keith, do you have somebody to get you home?" Pidge asked, turning to face the other slightly less drunk boy. "No, I-I'll just walk home by myself." Keith smiled at the offer.
Lance was about to fall down, and Keith hung his head. "Sorry about your friend." Keith shrugged, Pidge staring at him in confusion.
Who was this dark of night? The new boy who was abandoned by his only friend?

He headed for the door, Hunk and Lotor staring him down. Lotor scratched the back of his neck, peering at Hunk's tired expression.
He sighed, Hunk looking back at him.
"Lance.." Lotor shook his head, heading for the top steps. Hunk's paranoid mind set turned to curiosity in a matter of seconds. Pidge was on her way back with Lance, who was still giggling. Yeah, he's that type of drunk kid.

Lotor stood on the speaker box, telling the DJ to tune the music out. "ALRIGHT, WHICH ONE OF YOU SPIKED THE DRINKS?" He shouted loudly, Lance stopped giggling.
Pidge and Hunk exchanged looks of realization. Matt walked on over, Allura's hand in his. Pidge rolled her eyes, and so did Hunk.
Lotor glanced down at the pair, and immediately looked in another direction.

Yet, nobody answered Lotor's question. "Cowards!" He scowled angrily, Pidge jumped at his tone. "ALL OF YOU, OUT!" He pointed to the door, as the teens hustled away. Pidge, Hunk, and Lance moved out of the way, and Allura and Matt sat on the steps. Lance smiled brightly at Lotor, who only frowned. "I'm sorry, baby blue." Lotor pursed his lips inward, dragging his feet down the steps.

"Lotor. It's not your fault, it's that Keith boy. He made Lance drink in the first place." Allura said with disgust. Matt scooted away from her, Lotor taking his place. Hunk cleared his throat, Lance poking his cheek constantly.
"We better get going. It's already one in the morning. Happy Birthday, Lotor." Matt looked down shallowly.

Lotor's stomach ached to be alone again.
"Okay, thanks for coming. I'm sorry about-um- Lance." He faced Allura, his voice dreaded.
They waved goodbye, and Lance smiled.
"That's What ya' call a nice person Pidge," Lance's horrible speaking skills tapped in.
Pidge rolled her hazel eyes.

"I wonder why Lotor feels so guilty." Pidge thought aloud. Hunk helped Matt carry Lance, he looked over. "It was his party, obviously he feels guilty. Nobody but us has seen Lance this bad. Since the seventh grade, that is." Hunk cringed, Matt's eyebrow's raising.
"What happened in the seventh grade?" He obliviously asked.

"When we were in seventh grade, and you were in sophomore year, we snuck into the school pool. Like that one episode in gossip girl. Both seventh grades were there, unsupervised. Lance got really drunk, being a lightweight.
He belly-flopped into the pool, and Lotor had to save him." Hunk licked his lips, opening the train station door. Pidge's nose crinkled.
"Wasn't it Shiro who saved him?" Pidge questioned, Lance smiling at the familiar name. "Shiro.." He trailed off.

"No, it was Lotor. I remember it vividly, like it was yesterday. Lance fell into the pool, and Lotor jumped into save him. Plus, Shiro was in eighth grade. He had that fancy black tie that only eighth graders wear when we came to school the next day." Hunk denied in a sing-song voice. Pidge laughed, Lance along with her. Matt was the only one keeping a strong face.

He thought back to the walk to the train.
Why did Lotor care for Lance so much?

// Hello lovelies! Here's chapter 7 for you, just starting out. Keith was finally given a major role! Anyhow, I will be posting tomorrow, and Sunday. Unfortunately, I will not be able to post on Saturday. Have a good day! Kisses, Rena <3 //