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

[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"?

[tempredmental]

Hm... Okay.

[Keith kissed him back.]

Well... you're careeno, too...

[He'd eventually pronounce it right... once he wasn't drunk anymore.]

[the_tailor]

Awww... You're so...amazing, Keith. I wish I realized sooner how I really felt...or just went about it the right way...

[He drags him into an embrace.]

But we can make up for wasted time now!

[tempredmental]

Mm-hm... definitely making up time.

[Keith put his arms around Lance's neck and nuzzled his face against that shoulder. He was starting to feel drowsy now, too, though, so it was almost time to get him back to the Huntress before he passed out on the bar floor...

He had quite a few drinks in him at this point.]

[the_tailor]

[Lance is starting to feel a little drowsy himself. Combined with the fact that he can see Pidge literally gagging every time she looks over at them, he figures that it might be time to call it a night. Well. At least head back to the Huntress.]

You ready to go back to bed? We could make up some more time there...

[tempredmental]

[That got something of a goofy sounding drunk chuckle in response, enough to shake Keith's shoulders a little. He nodded.]

Sure. Making up... or out... or whatever...

[He snickered again.]

Wink wink nudge nudge?

[the_tailor]

Wink wink nudge nudge is right!

[He giggles--yes, actually giggles--before standing up and helping Keith up along with him.]

Let's blow this popsicle joint, gorgeous.

[tempredmental]

[That got another silly laugh, and Keith leaned on Lance a bit as he got up. The room swayed a little (more like he swayed a little), but he got his feet under him enough to be able to walk. He mumbled a little that he was good, no worries, let's go... and headed out with Lance.]