Keith blushed, following Lance slowly and looking around. "Come on, let's get a drink, I know the bartender." He was a regular here. He practically knew everyone.
Lance nodded and let Keith lead him to the bar.
Keith smirked and slammed his hand down on the bar. "Matt!" He chuckled when the long haired man whipped around to look at him and groaned dramatically. "Oh noooo-" Matt walked over and raised an eyebrow when he saw Lance. "I've never seen you before..."
Lance smiled self-conciously and rubbed the back of his neck. "Heh, yeah, I'm new. I usually hang out at the bar near the movie theater. " He held out a hand. "I'm Lance. Nice to meet you. "
Matt shook Lance's hand with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Lance."
Lance looked up at the screen above them that told the drinks they had. "Hmmm.... Could I get a Universal Twist? That sounds good. " He turned to Keith. "What do you want, hun? "
"The usual?" Matt asked, smirking from across the counter. Keith hummed. "Uh- no. I'll have what Lance is having." He chuckled awkwardly and Matt pouted. "Aw, you're no fun."
Lance raised a eyebrow. "What do you usually have, Keith? Why don't you get that? "
Keith blushed lightly. "He's trying to get me wasted so I'll embarrass myself." Matt gasped sarcastically. "I would never!" Keith stuck his tongue out at him and Matt did the same before turning to Lance. "It's usually tequila or whiskey shots for him."
Lance laughed a little. "I'd like to see my Keef drunk off his ass. Get him a tequila shot. " He looked at Keith with a smirk. "I'm paying so I decide what you get. "
Matt nodded while Keith blushed. "You're going to regret that, Lance..." Keith chuckled lightly while Matt poured the shot.
Lance grinned at him and waved a hand. "Go ahead, drink it and pour another. Like I said, I wanna see you drunk off your head~"
Keith sighed and picked up the shot, throwing it back and setting the shot glass down, shivering a little. "Are you not gonna take a shot with me?" He asked, smirking.
Lance shrugged. "Sure. But not tequila. Vodka, please. "
Keith chuckled. "Alright, princess." He nudged Lance's arm teasingly and Matt grabbed another shot glass, pouring Lance one and Keith another.
Lance huffed a little and threw back the shot. "I just hate the taste of tequila. Tastes like salt and lime and that reminds me of this bitchy girl I used to date. D'ruther not be reminded of her. " Lance clapped a hand over his mouth when he realized his slur, red in the face.
Keith chuckled. "I like it because it's strong." He threw back another shot and smirked a little. "And I'll keep in mind that you don't like lime or salt."
"Yeah, thanks." Lance was still red, but less so, and he looked at Matt. "'Nother one, please? "
Matt nodded. "Got it." He started pouring a few more in advance, sliding them in front of Lance and Keith.
Lance smirked at Keith and took another shot. "Bet I can-" He hiccuped. "-drink more than you. "
Keith raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?" He took another shot. "I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, love..."
Lance nodded kinda lopsided and took another shot. He hiccuped again and laughed a little hysterically. "Sure as 'ell do, ya fucker! "
Keith chuckled. "Alright. What do I get if I win~?" He asked, looking Lance up and down.
Lance frowned at him, as if processing his words. "Uhhh - maybe Matt'll wanna fuck ya. Im not sexy 't'all so ya don' want me. "
He took another shot and started swaying. He put his head down on the bar and groaned. "Fuck, muh 'ead 'urts.... "
"But I don't want to fuck Matt." Matt rolled his eyes, flipping Keith off with a laugh. Keith took another shot before sighing. "No more shots for you, mister." He rubbed Lance's back. "That didn't take long..."
Lance mumbled into the counter, "This's why ah don' drink... Fuck... Muh 'eads poundin'... "
Keith smiled softly. "You need to lay down?" He could feel the alcohol starting to take effect and chuckled.
Lance shrugged, his head still down. "Don' know if ah can walk tuh lay down. Ah feel like I'mma hurl if ah do... " He shifted so he was peeking at Keith through the gap between his arm and the counter. "Wanna sleep wit' me? "