Keith stood with crossed arms, dressed as a witch. Hunk was forcing him to dress up, so if he was gonna do it, he would do it right. He had on a red and black witch's hat, a red cape, with just black clothes underneath. Simple. All thanks to handy dandy Amazon prime.

Lance. That's why he was here. All he needed to do was find him. Keith hummed as he looked around, and yelped a small bit as he felt someone poke his back. "Hello, witch boy!"

He spun to see Lance- or pirate Lance, grinning down at him. "So you decided to come, huh?"

Keith raised an eyebrow, tilting his head as Hunk chuckled to himself and walked away.

"I was always coming. I just didn't want to wear a costume- but Hunk made me." He mumbled.

Lance shrugged. "Everyone's in costume. You look cute." He hummed nonchalantly. "C'mon- stop being so mopey. Let's get you something to drink." He smiled walking off.

Keith took the initiative to follow, blushing madly. Lance thinks I'm cute?

Lance led him through the crowed house, maneuvering through people dancing, kissing, or just talking. No matter which way they turned, there seemed to be people all over.

Keith frowned a small bit, realizing he didn't recognize anyone. Well, except for the boy leading him.

Finally, he made it to the table positioned against the wall.

"Aha! Fruit punch. Yeah?" He asked, lifting a solo cup and turning to Keith to made sure he liked it.

Keith smiled softly, messing with his hat as he nodded towards Lance.

Lance hummed happily, pouring Keith a cup. He swirled it a bit and passed the cup to Keith, humming softly as he grabbed one for himself.

"Thank you." Keith smiled, taking the cup and slowly taking a sip before grimacing. "What's in this?"

Lance looked around, observing the table with all of the drinks. "Oh. Alcohol. Whoops." He grinned nervously, taking the cup back and placing it down. "How about we just go mingle?"

Keith scoffed. "Me? Mingle? That's funny."

Lance gave him a look. "You're a barista. You talk to people everyday! Now c'mon!" He grabbed his hand, dragging him off.

Keith groaned and followed after, purposely trying to slow Lance down.

As Lance was dragging Keith, another girl slipped into their pathway. "Hey, Lance!"

Lance stopped abruptly. "Oh! H-Hey Allura!" He grinned softly.

Keith furrowed his brow, peeking up from behind Lance's shoulder curiously.

"My friends and I are dancing. And I need a partner." She arched an eyebrow and smiled, gently taking his hand, intertwining their fingers. "Join me?"

Lance stuttered, furrowing his brow as he blushed a bit. He looked over his shoulder towards Keith and then to Allura.

He sighed. "I guess..? But only for a few minutes. I-"

"Perfect!" She cheered, dragging him off. He yelped and stumbled after, shooting one last glance to Keith.

Keith stood awkwardly, looking around in confusion. He didn't know anyone, and he was now alone. He couldn't spot Hunk or Pidge anywhere, and just pulled his hat further down over his head.

He turned and began to walk, right as he accidentally slammed into someone. He grunted and tipped his hat up to see who the stranger was in confusion.

The other, dressed as a cowboy, huffed and looked over his shoulder, seeing the smaller mullet-haired boy standing behind him. His aggravated expression quickly softened as he smiled. "Keith?"

"J-James?" Keith blinked, standing up straighter. "What are you doing here?"

"My friend lives here?" He chuckled as if it was obvious. "I really should be asking you the same thing."

"My... friend brought me." Keith said softly, scratching the back of his neck. "I was hanging out with someone... but he kinda left." He smiled at his feet.

"He left?" James questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Well- not left. Some girl pulled him off." Keith shrugged.

The other peered around. "Who?"

"This way-" Keith turned, leading James off in the direction where Lance was taken.

The two of them were dancing to some music, and Keith shook his head. "He seems happy. I kinda just wanna leave. I don't really wanna be here anyways."

"Oh c'mon. You can't leave just yet." James sighed, giving him a nudge. "You have work tomorrow, yeah?"

Keith nodded, slowly raising an eyebrow. "Yeah..?"

"So how about you have one drink with me? Then if you wanna leave, you can leave. Deal?" James inquired.

Keith stared at him for a moment, but slowly found himself nodding. "Deal."