Klance Oneshots

Drunk

Lance, Pidge and Hunk all sat across from a few bottles of an odd purple substance. "What is it?" Lance asked.

No ones eyes tore from the bottles. "No clue. We should try it." Pidge smiled mischievously.

"That doesn't sound like a very good idea." Hunks arms folded as he leaned back in the metallic chair.

Keith just rolled his eyes sitting nearby. His arms were folded and he had his usual stern look. Lance bit at his cheek curiously. Keith always looked deep in thought, he wished he could know what it was that he was thinking about.

Coran entered the kitchen humming pleased. "Hello Paladins!"

"Hey Coran, what is this stuff?" Pidge asked.

"Ah! This was a gift from the Zachari planets people. It's quite a delicacy, finely aged to perfection." He twirled his mustache.

"Like alcohol?" Hunk asked worriedly.

"Yes, but careful, it is quite strong." Coran warned. It didn't occur to him that the paladins were to young.

"Well lets have some!" Pidge smiled and grabbed some cups. "Who's in?"

"I'm in!" Lance smiled already opening a bottle.

Hunk was indecisive at first but then nodded.

"I'll have some too." Keith said joining them.

Lance gave Keith a look of disbelief.

"What?" Keith looked at him folding his arms.

"Uh, Nothing!" Lance said looking away.

They were all handed their cups filled with the purple beverage. "Lance are you sure? You probably shouldn't have so much. You are a lightweight." Hunk warned.

"I'm not a lightweight!" Lance protested.

"How bad of a lightweight?" Keith looked to Hunk.

"Really bad." Hunk replied.

"I am not!" Lance said again and as if to prove it, he guzzled down the entire glass.

"Lance no!" Pidge tried to stop him.

"Oh no." Hunk said quietly.

"What are you guys doing?" Shiro asked from behind them.

"Nothing!" Pidge and Hunk yelled.

"We're getting drunk!" Lance toasted his empty cup fumbling and tripping on his own legs. He nearly fell but caught himself.

Keith sipped from his glass and pursed his lips at the foul taste and the burning sensation in his throat. It was very strong. "Stop! Drinks down now! You know you're too young." Shiro instructed.

They all rolled their eyes and obeyed setting them on the table.

Lance wobbled over and examined the 1/4 of the way full bottle. He then lifted it to his lips and tilted his head back.

"Lance no!" Keith shouted and took the bottle from him. Lance only managed one chug of the beverage.

"C'mon Keith. I told you I'm no lightweight." He whispered the last part near Keith's ear.

Shivers ran up Keith's spine and his eyes locked onto the drunk boy. "As if, you're astonishingly drunk."

"Noooo!" Lance dragged out and he leaned on Keith.

"Keith could you take care of Lance before he hurts himself. We'll talk about consequences later when Lance is sober." Shiro pinched the bridge of his nose.