[KLANCE]: Mid-Summer's Night Love (NSFW)

Chapter One: A Summer Night's Out

Lance rested his chin on his hand and looked out the window of the uber. The vibrant colors of the city lights flashed by him as the sleek black car picked up speed down the long narrow road.
"Too narrow for a city this size" he thought to himself as he rest his gaze upon the driver who was stopping at a light.

When would they arrive again? He looked at the Garmin hooked up on the dash of the car- 9:30. "Just in time" he thought anxiously. Would Keith really be there? What if he backed out? What if he lied and it was all a joke? Lance shook his head. "I gotta stay positive" he murmured under his breath as the driver shifted in his seat.

When he glanced back out of the cold, condensation rimmed window, his eyes lit up. He spotted the large familiar glow of the neon sign reading the words "The Black Cat- gay bar and club". As Lance's stomach churned and his nerves grew, The car halted to a stop as the engine of the mid-sized sedan continued to rumble. Lance got out of the car and shut his door, as he proceeded to step forwards to the passenger side and slip the money through the window. With a final thank you, the car drove off leaving him alone on the cold concrete curb. Lance turned around, took a deep breath, and made his was towards the entrance.

Lance was hit with the strong unforgiving scent of alcohol upon entering the facility. He let the door slam shut behind him as a final waft of cool air from outside hit his legs. Lance took in the familiar sound of the booming music, loud chatter, and laughter from all directions. The lighting was dim as the tall, thin man started making his way through people. The building only seemed to be lit by the vibrant strobe lights beaming from the dance floor and the soft glow coming from the mood lighting of the bar.
Lance squinted and shifted his posture as he weeded through all of the dully illuminated faces of the dance floor crowd in attempt to find Keith- it was impossible. "Too many faces, too many men" he chuckled. "Maybe I should settle down at the bar and go from there." Without a second thought, Lance decided on it.

Slowly and carefully, he stepped around dozens of men as he made his journey down the carpeted, dimly lit pathway leading to a line of bar stools. To his relief, a gap started to open up splitting the crowd apart. He hurried his way through the people with pardons here and there, finally entering the clearing. Arriving at the bar, Lance released his breath and sat himself down on the nearest barstool. He looked down at his beaten converse, picking at his nails.

"Bartender," he yelled from his seat, still occupied with his hands. Lance heard heavy footsteps near where he was seated as a deep, smooth voice answered his call.

"What can I get for you tonight sir"?"

Lance stopped picking at his nails. He knew that voice anywhere. Shock in his voice, he looked up and spoke to his tender
"Shiro?!" Lance stammered out, astounded by what he was seeing. Before him was shiro, his team dad, shirtless clad with suspenders and short shorts stuffed with money.

Shiro looked at him horrified as he realized that the brown-haired, caramel colored stranger was actually lance. His face turned bright red as he put his hand across his chin. Flustered, he looked to the side trying to avoid direct eye contact with him.
"I asked, what can I get you tonight" shiro spit out in a far less suave tone than before.

Lance was choking back laughter. This was one of the most gratifying things he had ever seen in his entire life. This, was pure gold. He took a deep breath and
re-gathered himself so he could speak without bursting into hysterics.
"I'll have a Mojito" he responded with an amused quiver in his voice.
Shiro rolled his eyes and grunted as he filled the bottom of the glass with sugar and lime slices and started mixing lance's cocktail.
Regathered, lance graciously accepted the drink being slid to him and started to sip on the side of the tall glass, drinking around mint leaves. Finishing off the last of it, he slid the glass back over to a rather unamused shiro.