Designated Driver
Lance: Hhhhhuuuunnkkkk!
Hunk: What Buddy?
Lance: I’m smashed, hammered, plastered, DRUNK!
Hunk: I noticed.
Lance: My face is numb, is it still pretty?
Hunk: Very pretty.
Lance: Hink!? Are you drunk!!!
Hunk: Maybe?
Lance: Whose taking care of our drunk asses?!
Pidge: Alright, Bitches move your drunken selves! I am your designated driver for the evening!
Lance: Oww! Pidge you are like powerful right now. I’m like super freaked out and turned on at the same time.
Hunk: Stop hitting on our buddy the DD. She is the way home!
Lance: Dude! You are very drunk!
Pidge: This job should really pay more. If you puke in my car you pay for the cleaning!
Lance: The mighty voice speaks!
Hunk: Obey wayward son!
Lance: Carry on my wayward son!
Pidge: Shut the fuck up or I’m calling Shiro!
Hunk: You are soooo in trouble!
