I wake up.
What the fuck.
I glance at the boy who's still asleep next to me.
I kissed someone and got drunk.
I should not have done either of those things.
"Lance?" I shake him awake.
"Hm?" He opens his eyes. "Oh, hi, Keith. I thought you went home."
"We stayed here overnight!" I remind him. "We watched a movie, and then we got drunk and kissed!"
"I don't remember any of that." He laughs. "Probably never happened."
"I need to get home." I notice. "Shiro's probably worried.
"I need to get home, too." He nods. He tries to stand up, but almost topples immediately.
"I'll drive you." I promise.
He gets onto my motorbike. I hand him my helmet.
"Just hold on tight." I tell him. He nods and wraps his arms around my torso.
I ride home and knock on the door.
It opens up and Shiro glares at me.
"Where were you?"
"I got locked in a damn coffee shop." I tell him.
"Watch your fucking language." He narrows his eyes.
"How hypocritical." I roll my eyes.
Then he notices Lance.
"Oh, thank goodness." He sighs in relief. "Now you don't have to worry about dying a virgin anymore!"
"Wait, what? Shiro, no!" I blush.
"Where did you do it? Not in the coffee shop I hope."
I bury my face in my hands.
Noticing my embarrassment, Lance interferes.
"No, my house."
"Lance, please." I sigh.
"Don't worry, he's all clean. We had a bath together afterwards." Lance smirks.
"Don't give me any details." Shiro chuckles. "Wait- what happened to Rollo?"
"He was scared he'd hurt my feelings by telling me he was in a relationship." I grumble.
"At least you got someone new." He offers.
"I was joking." Lance sighs. "I'm just a friend."
"What's your name?" Asks Shiro.
"Lance McClain." He introduces himself.
"Takashi Shirogane." Shiro shakes his hand. "Well, in the western format, I suppose I should say I'm Shirogane Takashi. But I prefer saying it how my mother did. She was Japanese."
"Nice to meet you, Shirogane." Lance smiles.
"Just call me Shiro." He declines. "You look exhausted. Want to take a nap in the guest room?"
"Yes please." Lance beams.
Shiro guides him up the stairs and into the guest room.
He gently closes the door, then turns to me.
"What's going on." He hisses.
"What do you mean?" I look at him.
"You smell like alcohol, Keith!" He points out.
"So sayeth the whiskey coffee man."
"That's different." He defends himself. "I'm of legal drinking age."
"Okay, I drank some vodka-"
"Grounded." He interrupts.
"Wait! But it was because Lance was drinking some because he was freaking out. I was scared he'd die from drinking too much, so I decided to take some of it." I explain.
"What a gentleman." Shiro clicks his tongue. Something soft rubs against my leg.
I look down to see a cat.
"Why the hell is there a cat in the house?" I ask.
"Say hello to Red." He laughs. "Sorry. You're, like, ninety percent of my impulse control."
"You bought a cat?" My jaw drops.
"I bought two. I wonder where Black is..." Shiro trails off.
As soon as I pick my jaw up off the floor, I ask the important questions.
"Why did you name them after colours?"
"Why not?" He shrugs.
"Couldn't you have called them, like, Brian and Ted?" I offer.
"Why would I name girl cats Brian and Ted?" He raises an eyebrow. "Hy, by the way, did you see those new episodes of-"
"Nope." I jump over the back of the couch and seat myself in front of the TV.
***
I notice Lance is awake when his hand reaches into the bowl to steal some of my popcorn.
"Are you hungry?" Asks Shiro.
"Pidge'll bring me something from the coffee shop." He shrugs.
"Do you work there?"
"Yeah." Lance answers. "I'm the hot barista from chick flicks."
"Do you think Keith could get a job there? He's unemployed."
"Shiro, no!" I gasp.
"Allura's in charge." He answers. "I'd have to bring Keith over there."
"Go." Shiro commands us. "Keith needs to face the music and become an adult."
"Do you want me to drive you back to the shop to get your car?" I ask.
"Hunk probably drove it home for me. He has a copy of all my keys. It's not unsafe, I swear. I trust him with my life." Lance replies.
Shiro hurries after us with an extra helmet. Lance already has mine on, sticking me with... the hot pink Hello Kitty helmet.
"Address?" I ask as the motor roars to life.
"Fifty-six Altea lane." Lance replies, shouting over the noise.
My face heats up a bit when he hugs my waist, but I ignore it. We speed off.
Apparently Altea Lane is in the middle of the woods.
The houses are very spaced apart, and all very large.
I finally arrive at the address. The house has huge windows everywhere, and has a very modern design.
"Allura must be loaded." I whisper.
"Oh, yeah. Her dad ran an oil company back in his day." Lance nods.
I ring the doorbell.
It's answered by stoner Nigel Thornberry.
"Oh!" He smiles. "Hello, Lance and random stranger. Come inside!"
We step into the porch and I kick off my shoes.
"ALLURA!" The ginger yells.
"Coming, Coran!"
She descends the stairs with four mice peeking out of we pockets.
"I remember you!" She points at me. That's all she says until she drags me to the living room.
"He wants a job." Lance explains.
"Hired." Allura grins.
"Wait, what? I didn't even say anything!" I raise an eyebrow.
"We're low on employees." She pulls out a paper. "What's your name?"
"Keith Kogane."
She hands me the paper, which I sign.
"Welcome to Voltron Coffee. We have a whopping total of six employees: Me, Allura Smith; the headband guy, Tsuyosh 'Hunk' Garrett; the person who we'd fire for swearing if we had the wiggle room, Katie 'Pidge' Holt; Lance, and Shay Stone." She shakes my hand.
"Um, okay." I'm still shocked t the lack of interview.
"I'm calling them over!" She announces. "Wait right here."
Shit.
Now I have to socialize?