After the three of them had (quickly) downed their drinks, they were a tipsy mess in the ballroom.

Keith could see's his father's stinging, angry eyes from across the room over how Keith had let go of pristine posture and manners after getting tipsy.

"You know..." Keith leaned his arm on Shiro's shoulder, maybe a little more tipsy than the other three. "We should go back up to my roorm.. It has air conditioning-ning."

Lance raised his empty glass, "Cheers to that!"

Keith lead them upstairs and to his room (read as: Shiro walked Keith in the right direction and Lance followed to Keith's room), and collapsed on his soft bed. Once Lance sat down on the corner, his entire body sunk into the sheets. Shiro stood poised above, smirking at the two of them.

"Join us..!" Keith whined, reaching an arm up towards Shiro.

Shiro blushed, unsure of what to do. "That would be inappropriate of me, sire."

"Not if I give you permission," Keith countered. "Join uuuuuus."

With the utmost hesitation, Shiro bent down and sat on the edge of the bed. He'd never felt a mattress so soft!

Keith pushed himself up onto his elbows and leaned against Shiro, "You're the best knight ever, Shiro."

Lance eyed Keith, realizing how affectionate and handsy Keith was when he was drunk. It was comfortable, but odd, considering his stand-offish presence from earlier.

"The best for the best prince, soon to be king," Shiro didn't take the compliment, smiling down at Keith. "You." Keith blushed at the clarification.