Can Any Of Us Even Get Drunk

[mikangirl]

Who: Space Bar staff and special guests
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Space Bar!
When: One fine night after closing

[The Space Bar staff made good use of the ever-replenishing alcohol supply at their last stop, and Nami and Remy got around to discussing the idea of testing various experimental mixes to come up with new additions for the menu.  I mean, add to that Nami hasn't made a decision which one of the applicants should take the main bar job, so clearly the best idea is to shove them all into one place and ply them with alcohol while they talk to each other and work it out after that.

No, it's a good idea.  Shut up.

...okay.  It may just be a good excuse for a party.  Sue her.]



((ooc: this is a mingle!  It's open to job applicants and regulars who hold their liquor and their plus ones.  If you think that might mean you, you're more than welcome here!))

Comments

[the_tailor]

It's great! You know I love parties. And you! You even more than parties! So when you combine that? Parties and my Keithy Keith? It's like, boom, explosion of pure awesome..

[Rubrub right back!]

[tempredmental]

[Keith chuckled a bit.]

Okay, okay... [He pulled back to look Lance in the face, then rested his forehead against his.] But... [He bit his lip for a second, and then shook his head.] No no, wait. We can't tell Shiro, okay? Cuz we're underage for the Garrison... like... I know it's okay where you're from... but Arizona's not like that, yeah?

[the_tailor]

Nahh... That's why we had to get the upperclassmen to get the booze for dorm parties at the Garrison. And Shiro can deal, there's no drinking age in space, anyway! But we won't tell him, cause then he's gonna get all...dad naggy at us or something.

[He loves you, Shiro, but.]

[tempredmental]

Yeah... dad naggy... he does that a lot...

[Keith just smiled a bit.]

Sometimes, I think he thinks he's a dad or something... I dunno. Maybe. Like... he's kinda my brother? But like, not? And he does that whole... 'you can be more' thing. And yeah.

[He shrugged a little.]

But it's cool. He means well, at least.

[the_tailor]

Yeah, I know what you mean. Anyway, less about dad, more about us! More about you! You're so...laughy tonight, it's sweet. You know how much I love your laugh? Sometimes I do dumb things just to try to hear it!

[Maybe it's a little true.]

[tempredmental]

That's silly... [Keith chuckled, though.] Why not just be yourself? [Wait... that came out wrong.] You know... you don't have to try so hard and do dumb stuff. You can be funny without being dumb. [Okay, so maybe being talkative wasn't the best thing. Words were hard, okay?]

[the_tailor]

[Words are always hard, drunk or not.]

I mean, it's always been easier to get people to laugh at me than with me, you know? As long as I get you to laugh, doesn't matter how I do it!

[He reaches to touch Keith's face, poking the corners of his lips.]

[tempredmental]

[Have a drunk pout in response.]

But I don't want to laugh at you. That's not a nice thing to do for your boyfriend. We shouldn't have to be like that.

There's plenty of funny stuff I'm sure you can think of that doesn't mean that I'm laughing at you.

[the_tailor]

I guess... Old habits die hard.

[There's a slight frown before he shakes his head. Nope. This is happy drunk time! Not pensive drunk time! He pulls the corners of Keith's lips into a smile.]

You have the prettiest smile.

[tempredmental]

[The sudden change in topic was a little hard for Keith to follow in his current state, but then it clicked. It started off small, but quickly bubbled out into a full on laugh.]

Laaance... we were having a real conversation!

[But, nope... he was laughing now. That was going to be hard to stop.]

[the_tailor]

We're having fun here! It's not real conversation time. This is a time for fun and smiles and laughs, like this!

[He smushes Keith's cheeks before leaning in to peck his lips.]

Your laughter is--it's like--it's like a song!

[tempredmental]

[The cheek smushing only made him chuckle harder, but then he paused for a second.]

Wait. Wait. [Keith poked Lance in the chest.] You're not gonna sing, are you?

[the_tailor]

Maybe. I should sing. Have you heard me sing before?

[tempredmental]

[Keith opened his mouth to answer, even taking in a breath, but then stopped himself in confusion. He blinked, and then shook his head.]

I don't know. I don't think so? I don't remember it. Then again, it's not like we hung out a lot back home before Voltron, and I don't think I ever heard you sing on the Castle. We were usually pretty busy with stuff like being Voltron and fighting Zarkon and stuff... [Was he babbling? He was babbling.] Sooo... nooo... [He shook his head again.] I haven't heard you sing.

[the_tailor]

Then...then I should sing for you. I'm gonna sing for you! I'll dedicate a song just for you. I think I'm a pretty good singer. I mean, I hope.

[He takes his hands and squeezes them.]

And then you should sing with me!

[tempredmental]

Can you sing when you- [Wait... Keith just registered that last part, and it was like a deer in the headlights. His eyes got bigger for a second.] Me? Sing? On stage? [It started small, but slowly, the shaking of his head 'no' got bigger the more he thought about it.] Nuh-uh... I can't do that. I can't get on stage, Lance. I don't wanna sing in front of everyone. I ca-can't.

[the_tailor]

You could. You're brave. And I bet you sing like an angel.

[One hand moves to stroke Keith's cheek, trying to calm him down.]

It'll be fun, I promise.

[tempredmental]

[Keith frowned, his brow creasing in worry. He didn't really look convinced.]

I- I don't know... you know I don't like to do that kind of stuff.

[His grip on Lance's other hand tightened exponentially.]

[the_tailor]

Okay. How about... I'll sing for you, and then you can decide? I'm not gonna force you into something you don't wanna do. You know I'd never do that.

[He frowns.]

I can even just sing to you right here...

[tempredmental]

[Keith looked around for a moment, and then leaned forward against Lance's shoulder, sliding his arms around the other pilot's waist.]

Okay...

[He turned his head so he could nuzzle his face against Lance's neck a little.]

[the_tailor]

[Fair enough. This works just fine. He smiles as he lets Keith hold him close, kissing the top of his head before starting to sing quietly to him. It's in Spanish, so Keith probably won't know what he's singing, but it's a slow romantic song and Lance's voice is actually rather good.]

[tempredmental]

[There were a few words he recognized. Living in the American southwest had exposed him to a decent amount of Mexican Spanish, and Americanized Spanish. He might not recognize anything that was specific to the Cuban dialect that Lance might be using, but that was okay. Close enough to get the gist, and the tone of the song helped, too.

He felt himself smile a little, holding Lance close to him. Once he got the tune in his head, he started to even hum along a little without realizing it.]

[the_tailor]

[At the least, he can tell by the humming that Keith can hold a tune. That's a start. Lance continues to sing softly, not caring how ridiculously PDA the two of them are. Even sober, screw it, he'd still be doing this. Eventually he finishes and smiles.]

How was that, cariño?

[tempredmental]

Hm?

[Keith lifted his head up and then gave Lance a soft smile.]

It was nice.

What does careeno mean?

[Yeah, he totally pronounced that wrong.]

[the_tailor]

It'd better have been nice...

[He gives him a little kiss.]

Cariño. It's a term of endearment. I guess...like "precious"?