Ghosted || Klance || Voltron AU

9

3 r d p e r s o n ;

Burying the thoughts previous, Keith got started on editing a video when he got a message from Lance.

Sharpshooter
Keith, you wanna go out
to a party tonight? It'll
be fun.
Sent, 8:31 pm
Seen, 8:32 pm

Keith wasn't sure what to say. He hated alcohol and parties but Lance was a good friend of his so it couldn't be that bad. Plus, Allura and Romelle told him to move on. Maybe a party is what Keith needs.

You
Sure, what time?
Sent, 8:50 pm
Seen, 9:00 pm

Sharpshooter
Now? I can come pick you up.
Sent, 9:12 pm
Seen, 9:12 pm

You
Alright. I'm ready
whenever.
Sent, 9:13 pm
Seen, 9:14 pm

Keith hates himself for agreeing to this, but he knew social interaction was inevitable. Keith closed his laptop and got ready for the night ahead.

•••

Keith was sitting in the passenger side, looking out the window.

"So, what's up with you? Trying to fix your upload schedule?"

"Yeah, actually." Keith said, looking over at Lance for a moment.

"Hm, Maybe try to do one video every two weeks for a few weeks and then one video every week. It's a good way to get back into the groove." Lance said.

Keith thought for a moment, "Yeah, that might be a good idea."

Lance laughed slightly, "You haven't changed very much, man."

"What do you mean?" Keith asked, frowning at the driver.

"You're just- so calculated but very opinionated at the same time." Lance paused for a moment, "And an emo with a mullet."

Keith rolled his eyes, "Right, sure thing, Lance."

"I was joking, dude." Lance smiled smugly to himself as if he was satisfied with the reaction received. "So, why did you vanish off the face of the Earth?"

Keith paused for a moment, biting his lip, "Personal stuff. Sorry, I don't feel comfortable talking about it, yet."

"That's fine, I respect that." Lance said.

An awkward silence fell over the the car. Keith turned his attention back out the window. He hope the full night wouldn't be like this. Other wise, it would be painful. What Keith really needed was a drink.

•••

Keith got out of the parked car and looked at the loud frat house blasting music. Flashing lights were poking through the window. There were a few people passed out in the yard and a couple smoking on the porch.

Keith sighed, laughing. "You didn't tell me this was a frat party."

Lance looked at Keith, "Oh, sorry, thought it was implied." Lance said, smirking. He slammed his car door and locked the door.

Walking into the house, people were stumbling around and shouting to the music. The house stunk of alcohol and marijuana.

"Jesus, I need a drink." Keith grumbled and grabbed one from the cooler in the kitchen. He was avoiding the jungle juice. He knew how that made him act and he didn't want to be obnoxious to Lance. Not only that but there was a couple making out right next to it and he didn't want to be close to that.

Lance stood in the doorway of the kitchen, he looked at Keith almost laughing, "Why're drinking the boring stuff? I thought you said you wanted a drink."

"Don't like sugar. I want my liver to function after tonight, thank you very much." Keith said, taking a drink.

"Suit yourself, mullet." Lance filled up a cup and paused in the doorway of the kitchen. "You good by yourself?"

Keith sighed, "Yeah, I'm good."

Lance then left the kitchen, heading to the crowded living room.

Keith soon left the house in general, he went to the backyard. It was quiet and only a few other people were out there. A couple to the side of the house and a guy who was the victim of a pass out prank who was laying on the porch.

Keith sat down on the stairs, facing the pool that was empty. He sighed, it was too cold to swim but the pool was clean and the lights within it made it glow a great aqua marine color.

•••

Sweater Weather was playing now and Lance had a headache. He left the house, going to the backyard. He saw Keith and plopped down beside him.

He handed him a solo cup, a new one that was filled up.

"I told you I didn't drink this."

Lance laughed and rolled his eyes, "You look like someone shot your dog or somethin'- just drink it. It'll make things easier and you won't feel so left out."

That was extremely out of character for Lance, Keith knew this. He glanced over at Lance. Lance's face was flushed. Keith knew that his buddy was definitely tipsy even if it wasn't a lot.

Keith took a drink. And the song changed. God Save our Young Blood started playing muffled. Lance Keith laughed, "You look like an idiot."

Lance squinted at him, "How?"

"You just- you're drunk."

"Am not!!"

"You so are. How many cups did you have?"

Lance paused for a moment, "Three. Okay, maybe I am slightly drunk. I'm still functioning though! I'm talking, am I not?"

Keith rolled his eyes, he felt himself smile.

God save our young blood.