An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
5k words | General Audiences
Steady hands held him at arm's length. “Woah there, Kogane.”
“Blue,” Keith sighed and slumped against his new company.
“Wh—huh?” Slender fingers tilted his chin upwards and—oh, it was Lance—assessed his pupils. Lance let out a lot whistle. “Oh man, you are gone.”
“I’m not gone,” Keith said, “I’m right here.”
“It’s good to see that inebriation hasn’t changed your skill of taking everything literally. Come on, let’s get you out of here.”
-or-
1) Keith gets drunk 2) Keith says things 3) They talk











