Rosemary- Klance

Chapter 5

Before Lance could say anything, Hunk came bounding over with a determined look on his face.
"Lance, you won't believe this. That girl Allura has been staring at this whole time came over to our table. Pidge went to the bathroom so I didn't wanna sit there awkwardly and then I realized you were still here so here I am. Oh my god," Hunk exclaimed, shifting his gaze over to Keith. He looked confused.
"You're the singer. I'll stop talking about how my friend has a huge crush on your drummer now," Hunk said, seemingly unaware of how unsubtle he was being. Lance grimaced. Sorry Allura.
"That would be me. Romelle is over there? Could you point me in that direction? I have her drink," Keith asked, looking at Hunk. I want you to look at me, Lance thought. He didn't think of anything smooth enough to say before Hunk had already pointed him in the direction of their half-abandoned table and he left. Lance sighed, for the hundredth time that night. Maybe he should just never hope for romance again. It was so exhausting.
"Were you guys talking?" Hunk asked, sitting in the stool next to Lance. Lance turned back towards the bar.
"No. Probably for the better, I haven't been able to think properly the whole night and would've embarrassed myself for sure," Lance said, waving down the bartender again when he looked their way. He asked for some shots this time. Hunk passed and asked for a soda.
"Sorry man. Maybe I should've waited instead of walking over but I think I would've ruined their vibe or whatever," Hunk said, glancing back at the table.
"No hay problema, man," Lance said, throwing back two shots in a row before grimacing. He never really liked hard liquor, but whatever.

It was a little bit later in the night, Romelle had gotten through half of her drink while talking up the other girl, who had platinum blonde hair. It was almost white. Keith was making small talk with the other guy, Hunk? whichever his name was, he seemed civil enough. It was pretty calm in the bar, quite a few people having left already. The music was loud to make up for it.

"Hey, Hunk! My man," Keith heard someone slur, wrapping an arm around Hunk. Lance.

"Woah, dude, how much did you drink after I came over here?" Hunk said, pulling away from Lance's arm to check his face.

"Come on, I didn't drink that much. I'm fine," Lance said, furrowing his brow. He looked like he didn't remember what he said. Lance took that silence to look around their table, eyes landing on Keith. "Oh, it's singer guy!" Lance exclaimed. Keith felt his ears heating up. Probably the drinks.

"I've been referred to as that more times than you'd think," Keith mentioned, taking a drink of his beverage. Lance laughed, and Keith almost spat out his drink. How did he have such a nice laugh? Even drunk, the guy basically radiated energy. Keith was basically in awe for a solid five seconds before realizing he looked like an idiot, staring at Lance.

"This dude's so mean, Hunk," Lance said, almost making Hunk jump when he dropped his head on Hunk's shoulder. Keith frowned.

"You're drunk. Don't be rude," Hunk said, nudging Lance to get off when he heard his phone ring. After talking for a few minutes, Hunk hung up and blew frustrated air out of his nose. "My bro's sick, and he's alone. I have to go," Hunk said, grabbing his keys before getting up.

"Hey, you shouldn't drive." Lance said, pouting his lip.

"I'm not, Pidge," Hunk said, looking over at Pidge. "Can you drive me?" He asked. Pidge grinned. Scary.

"Why yes, I can. Pleasure meeting y'all, but it's time we make ourselves scarce," Pidge said. It was a wonder she hadn't even had anything to drink.

"Bye," Lance said. He looked dejected. Romelle and Allura seemed to still be caught up in their own conversation, not even sparking a glance when the others left. "I'm going to go too. Allura, use protection. I'm out this bitch," Lance said, standing. Keith frowned once again.

"Are you driving?" Keith asked. Why did he do that. It wasn't like it was any of his business. Lance stopped, though, and looked at Keith again. He couldn't tell if the way Lance looked at him was annoying or if he didn't want him to stop. "I'll give you a ride," Keith said. He had barely touched his drink, and he felt completely sober.

"How do I know you're not scheming, huh? Mysterious good-at-singing guy. You look like you scheme." Lance said, attempting a glare. He looked like an annoyed toddler.

"I'm not scheming man, but taxis are expensive and I'm sober. I was planning on leaving now anyways, these two look like they'd be better off without me," Keith thought out loud, glancing at the other two people occupying the table.

"Hm. I guess we'll find out. 'Llura, I guess I'm leaving with singer guy. No, Keith. Don't look at me like that, the only thing I'm loving tonight is my bed," Lance said to Allura, who was giving him her signature 'what are you planning' look. He knew it all too well. He actually schemed sometimes, though he wouldn't mention that.

"Hold up," Allura said, scribbling something on a napkin before handing it to Keith. "His address. Take him anywhere else and I'll break you," She said, smiling. Romelle had a dopey grin on her face. This girl was obviously her type. Keith nodded.

They were out in the parking lot, and Lance smacked his head on Keith's back when he stopped abruptly. Keith turned, startled.

"Sorry. This is mine," Keith said, and Lance looked around Keith's shoulder to see a motorcycle. Fantastic.

"I'm going to die," Lance whined.

"You're not going to die. I can drive just fine." Keith pulled out a spare helmet from underneath the seat, swinging his leg over before offering Lance the second helmet.

"I'm too drunk to give a shit anymore," Lance grabbed the helmet, slipping it on. Keith was wearing a leather jacket and gloves by the time Lance had the helmet on all the way. "What if I fall asleep?" Lance asked. Keith pulled the choke all the way out, turning the key in the ignition.

"Trust me, you won't fall asleep. Get on," Keith said, hoping to fool both Lance and him that he wasn't nervous. Nope. Not at all.

"Oh god. I'm really going to die," Lance got on the bike despite his worries.

"Hold on tight, I won't let you fall," Keith said. Lance's whole face turned crimson, and he was just glad that Keith couldn't see him. He slowly wrapped his arms around Keith, trying his best to not explode.