Keith & Lance || klance au

Are assholes an artsy subject, tough?

Lance walked into the bar at a slow pace. Looking around for Keith under the dim coloured lights was a challenge, but he finally did find him sitting alone a table, arms crossed over his chest. Lance sat down in front of the man with a sigh. "Thank you for showing up." 

Keith nodded, a stoic expression upon his features. "You can't simply pretend that it's normal for a rich boy like you to listen to underground music like Jedi Mind Tricks."

The random comment caught Lance off guard and he couldn't help but laugh. After a few seconds, he cleared his throat and shifted on his seat. "What happens if you don't get the money for the fight? What happens if boxing doesn't work out?"

Keith looked taken aback. "I've been training for ten years to get there. It will work out." 

Then it was Lance's turn to nod. Keith stared expectantly, waiting for the boy to talk again. But he took a while until doing so. 

"So... You wanted to fleece me? Okay. Congratulations, I'll pay for your fight." 

Keith cocked the eye at Lance's words, unsure if he had just heard correctly. 

"But I want something in return." 

"Of course," Keith mumbled unfazed. 

"I want us to pretend we are a couple. So my parents will give me something that I need of them." Lance pushed once Keith didn't reply, "I'll give you €10,000 if it works out." 

"Twenty-five." 

"What?" Lance heaved along with a chuckle, "You said €8,000." 

"Well, now I say €25,000. My Mum has debts. Gimme twenty-five and it's a deal." 

"Okay." 

"Good. So how's this supposed to work?"

-

The convention centre was full of people Lance didn't even know. All of them neatly dressed, clearly here to buy from their suitcases ready, being held by their bodyguards. 

Lance walked up to his parents with a grin on his face, for a moment they wondered if he had come to his senses and so they welcomed him with a smile. 

"Oh Lance, we're glad you came!" His mother exclaimed, then gestured to the man standing between his father and her. "Remember Mr Volcker?"

"Yeah, of course! He's got incredible pictures." They shook hands. Lance's father looked somehow unsure, doubting his son's cheerfulness.  

"I just wanted to let you know, that uh... my boyfriend's coming by later. Yeah, he really likes art and stuff. I hope that's okay?"

"Of course." Mercedes gave her husband a tight smile after his response. 

"Your... your boyfriend, dear?" She questioned. 

The loud clattering of metal on the floor made everyone's attention turn towards the entrance of the convention centre, where the only metal sculpture stood - or once stood. Now laid scattered all over the floor.

"Bloody hell. Better not touch anything else, Keith." Pidge warned looking at the little pieces left on the ground. "Don't you think it's weird it broke, tough? Metal, I mean." She crouched to study the pieces. 

Lance approached the pair hurriedly but didn't even get a chance to react and now he had Keith's hand squishing his cheeks, lips over his. Mercedes's amused smile faltered from afar by the scene. 

"Uh..." Lance looked appalled between Keith and his companion, slowly gathering his thoughts after the rough and unexpected kiss. 

"Pidge wanted to come," Keith explained.