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fannon_and_cannon (v_e_x_x)
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Chapter One
Adam, Shiro and Keith entered the club and they went to find their friends' table. The three found them in a large booth, Lance missing. About a month ago the war ended. About a month ago Voltron saved the entire universe. About a month ago Lance started using some unhealthy coping mechanisms, and Keith was the only one who seemed to know just how bad it all was. Keith quickly scanned the surrounding area to see if he could spot Lance, he couldn't. Keith said his hellos and gave hugs, loud music covering up most of the noise. The black haired man looked around again, still no Lance. He leaned down to Pidge, "Where's Lance? I thought he was going to be here?"
Pidge shrugged. "He said he was gonna go dance a couple dobo-minutes before you got here." It was hardest on Pidge to adjust to the transition, after all she spent most of her childhood in space, and a good chunk of it before that was used to try to find her father and brother. Speaking of, Matt came over with some food and drinks for everyone so Keith said he was going to find Lance and left his friends to their food.
The club wasn't badly designed, it was steely gray and white. A few couched areas, some boothed tables, a couple standing tables, and a long bar with a door that went to the kitchen next to it. The music was loud and the place was crowded. Keith wasn't paying attention and almost bumped into a waitress, he quickly apologized and continued moving his eyes around the dance floor. It took a bit longer than expected to find him in the dark, but eventually Lance was spotted with a random guy that was not at all subtle while groping at Lance's crotch from behind.
Keith stepped up to the pair and grabbed Lance's wrist. "Alright, buddy. Come on." He had to lean down and basically yell into Lance's ear to be heard.
"Keith! I didn't think you would come!" Lance, who was very very drunk, pulled Keith into a crushing hug, The guy that was grinding into Lance was very annoyed.
"Uhm, excuse me! We were dancing."
Keith rolled his eyes. "And now you're not." He wrapped his arm around Lance's waist to both support and lead him back to the table when the random guy stood in front of the two,
"Listen, I just wanna get fucked. After that you can have him." The random guy grabbed at Lance's wrist and Keith practically growled, stepping back with and moving his friend with him.
"You can get fucked by anyone here. Find another person." Keith didn't notice when Lance had practically hidden himself behind Keith's taller frame until he was getting dragged away from the stranger, Lance whisper yelling into his ear about how it wasn't worth it.
When they were at a safe distance from the stranger Lance looked at Keith. "You didn't have to do that, you know. I would have just done him in the bathroom or something. You don't gotta go and almost punch people." They ended up back at the bar, Keith quickly got a designated driver's band, like Pidge had, and ordered a soda. Lance got three shots of vodka.
"How much have you had?" Keith eyed Lance as he downed them easily.
"Uhhhhh...," Lance tried to concentrate but it didn't seem to be working. "Dunno. But it's not enough." He got three more shots and downed them again.
"Okay, you're done for tonight." Lance rolled his eyes at Keith's words and turned in his chair, watching the dance floor again.
